Luyện nghe bài hát F - Hole

(difford/tilbrook)

I wrote her on a bar mat
She had a bonnet,
But a youngish damsel
With her tongue to a trigger,
She a total killer
Her face all filled filler,
Her face a palette
I all her habits,
Sipped her snow balls poshly a judge
But her lipstick traces on her mug.
We watched each other
She looks like lugosi,
She asked me for a home
I felt for my comb,
And in the bar mirror
I combed through her figure,
She wiggled through the car
the pit of my heart,
Sat beside me in my van
A ring on finger of her hand.

She lived by the river
A flat the give her,
very scenic
Her very beatnik,
We watched the close and
Then through the he entered,
Short sleeves and arms of
And me with my tie on,
She said the lodger's to this by now
I'd all the bull but not the cow.

Behind her sofa
I found myself sober,
She an old acoustic
She never ever it,
A gift for me a capo
A six string an f-hole,
We made the couple
A and hardy double,
I to play her favourite country songs
With one or two always going wrong