Luyện nghe bài hát I Call That True Love

(Shel Silverstein)

Ever' mornin' you you wake up early cook me great big T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go on the street and bring me back all the money you make
Won't you rub my body with scented oil, cool me with a 'lectric fan
Run to the church fall down on your knees say Lord I wanna thank you for man

And call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind of I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of I need

I come home every evenin' to a great big meal of wine and roasted pheasant
I want you to say to me Ray, hey this is Susy, is Kay, I brought 'em both home to you for a present
When The Man downs his soul and my stash, won't you tell 'em it belongs to you
And when you're sittin' in the slam tell all the chickies when they get out they should look me up too

And call that true love, true and sweet
That ain't the of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the of love I need

Some guy accuses me of foolin' with his wife threatens to take me
Points a gun at me, I you to jump in the middle and take the bullet in your own heart
And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin', I want you to up at me and say
Hey Ray I'm sorry I messed up rug, just roll my body out of the way

And I'll call true love, true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm
But baby that's the of love I need

Hollywood calls you on the telephone I want you to turn the part
And when we're ballin' baby, ride on top so I never ever strain my

And I'll that true love, true and sweet
That the kind of love I'm gettin'......