Luyện nghe bài hát ... & in Every Home

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

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

Holdin' your life in your
an artificial limp wrist
And so a young blade becomes a has
for a new twist

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

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

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