Luyện nghe bài hát For You

Princess cards she me with her regards
Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you look hard
Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier
To her Cheshire smile, I'll stand on file, she's all I ever
But you let your blue get in the way of these facts
Honey, get your off my back
You wouldn't even give me time to cover my
You said, "Here's your and your ball and jacks"
But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see too

(CHORUS) I came for you, for you, I for you
But you did not need my
I came for you, for you, I for you
But your life was one emergency
And your line urges me
And my electric surges

Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is weak
Reveal yourself all now to me, girl, while you've got the strength to
'Cause they're for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks
But I give it all to you now, if only you could ask
And call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late
not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate
Don't give me my money, honey, I don't want it
You and your pony and your Union Jack
Well, your local joker and teach him how to act
I swear I was never that way, even when I cracked
Didn't you think I knew that you born with the power of a locomotive
Able to leap tall buildings in a single
And your Chelsea with no apparent motive
You could laugh and cry in a sound

And your strength is devastating in the face of all odds
how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god?

You were not quite half so when I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on tongue and hung just out of reach
And the band, they played the homecoming theme as I your cheek
That ragged, melody, she still clings to me like a leech
But that medal you wore on chest always got in the way
Like a girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way
We both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar
Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, shore
So you left to find a better reason than the one we were for
And it's not that nursery mouth that I back for
It's not the way you're out on the floor
'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed all your doors
And who am I to ask you to my sores?
And you should that's true

(REPEAT CHORUS)