Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers

Back in the of covered wagons
A man had his own way
talkin' to a woman
Or the U.S.A.
No telephones were
No words exchanged.
I wish I was in the saddle now
on the range.

Let your fingers do the
me up some time
I'm under Broken Hearts
for a good time.
I can't reach out and you
hung up on the line
I'm your number now
And you're a line.

Well, I to be so happy,
you gave good 'phone.
I could you up from anywhere
For a little bit of
But now my heart is
After every
By the way you you'd think
You never good 'phone at all.

Let fingers do the walking
Call me up time
I'm under Broken Hearts
for a good time.
I can't reach out and you
You're up on the line
I'm your number now
And you're a line.