Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

This evening has been swell, a date in New York.
You asked the questions, you used the proper fork.
You looked into my eyes, you calm, polite, composed.
You even bypassed my pet peeve and chewed your mouth closed.
We paid the check, you walked me home, a sweet at my door.
And then came the big Would I like to see you more?

Well, I shouldnt make a date without my in front of me,
Im always double booking which can cause catastrophe.
And although its personal, just merely oversight,
Ive off many friends and with my mother had a fight
About my irresponsibility and how its down right
To be so and show such ingratitude
As to not remember who and when and where I Id be,
But my mother is impossible and doesnt see
That its lack of focus or theres too much on my mind
So that little things like and dates get somehow left behind
In some file I access sits some corner of my brain.
But I didnt mean to Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the simple Im trying to make despite the time it took
Is that I cant do anything without my friggin book!

And I guess that we would be remiss to not pay attention
To the fact that both of us are busy, did I mention?
I a class in pottery and practical philosophy
Which mother finds but its just my curiosity
About the world me, so that means without a doubt
That Tuesday nights and Friday afternoons are out.
And Im you have your conflicts and appointments you must keep,
And then theres all the things, like laundry, food, and sleep.
Not to say its impossible and far from insurmountable.
Its that as two grownups we must always be accountable
For all the little details and demands upon our
Which can sometimes ridiculous and make an uphill climb
Of our day to day like a race that cant be won,
And all but just eliminate the for any fun.

And I probably should mention, although its too soon
That I to be a little shy and hide in my cocoon.
I am the quiet type and what you call old fashion
For my physical for the one I date is rationed out
In small amounts, and over time it takes a while to
And moving on to second base takes months so assume
That the speed of my libido has a thing to do you.
Its really some Catholic crap that Im still working through.

And then there is the which is open for debate
Of Im in any frame of mind to even date.
I mean is it too after the last misadventure
To put myself through that kind of assorted again, sure
They say that time is and I truly feel of course,
When one falls off the best is jump back on the horse.
But the are deep and slow to heal and even though Ive tried
I sometimes Im meant to be the bridesmaid not the bride.

Oh my God! I must be swimming in some red wine of haze.
Im resorting now to and tired old clichs.
You must forgive me for its far from illustrative
Of the normal sort of gal I am whos and so creative.
ramblings got to cease, for I know you must be weary
Of this seemingly ridiculous of your query

So I the simple truth, which defies all comprehension
If there was a quicker path to take than this invention.
When you asked me for another date it me to digress.
I have gotten to the point and simply answered no.