Luyện nghe bài hát ... & in Every Home

You turn to the when you get the boot
down the banister in your Sunday suit
Lyin' on a slag heap of and magazines
She's only thirty-five on seventeen
You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't clean

And in home there will be lots of time
I will be all yours, you might been admired
say they're very sorry but you are not desired
Oh, heaven preserve us they don't deserve us

your life in your hand
With an artificial limp
And so a young blade becomes a has
for a new twist

A year after the wedding he broke all china plates
He's in prison now she's running with his
Sees him every Sunday and he asks her where been
She's only goin' on seventeen gonna cop a packet
On a [Incomprehensible] if he ever finds her in between the

And in every home will be lots of time
I will be all yours, you might have admired
They say they're sorry but you are not desired
Oh, heaven preserve us because they deserve us

Oh, heaven preserve us because don't deserve us
Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't us