Luyện nghe bài hát Happiness is a Warm Gun

She's not a who misses much
Do, do, do, do, do, do, oh,

well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a on a window pane
The man in the with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail

with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working
A soap impression of his which he ate
And donated to the National

I a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm down

Superior, jump the gun
Mother Superior, the gun
Mother Superior, the gun
Superior, jump the gun

Happiness is a gun
(Bang, bang, shoot)
Happiness is a gun

When I hold you in my
And I feel my finger on your
I nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a gun
Yes, it is