Luyện nghe bài hát F - Hole

(difford/tilbrook)

I her name on a bar mat
She had a bonnet,
But a youngish damsel
her tongue tied to a trigger,
She seemed a killer
Her face all with filler,
Her face a palette
I all her habits,
Sipped her snow poshly like a judge
But left her lipstick on her mug.
We watched other closely
She looks bela lugosi,
She me for a ride home
I felt for my comb,
And in the bar mirror
I right through her figure,
She wiggled the car park
the pit of my heart,
Sat beside me in my van
A ring on every of her hand.

She down by the river
A flat the council her,
Wallpaper very
Her outlook beatnik,
We watched the close and
Then the door he entered,
Short and arms of iron
And me just my tie on,
She said the lodger's to this by now
I'd all the bull but not the cow.

her velvet sofa
I myself back sober,
She an old acoustic
She ever used it,
A for me with a capo
A six with an f-hole,
We made the couple
A laurel and double,
I to play her favourite country songs
one or two chords always going wrong