Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

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

Well, I shouldnt make a date my book in front of me,
Cause Im always booking which can cause catastrophe.
And its never personal, just merely oversight,
Ive off many friends and with my mother had a fight
About my irresponsibility and how its right rude
To be so absentminded and show ingratitude
As to not remember who and when and where I Id be,
But my is impossible and somehow doesnt see
That its strictly lack of focus or too much on my mind
So that little things names and dates get somehow left behind
In some file I cannot access sits corner of my brain.
But I mean to bring Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the simple Im trying to make despite the time it took
Is I really cant do anything without my friggin book!

And I guess that we be remiss to not pay some attention
To the fact that both of us are busy, did I mention?
I take a class in and practical philosophy
Which mother finds but its just my curiosity
About the world around me, so that means without a
That Tuesday and Friday afternoons are simply out.
And Im sure you have your conflicts and appointments you keep,
And then theres all the things, like laundry, food, and sleep.
Not to say its impossible and far from insurmountable.
Its just that as two grownups we always be accountable
For all the little and demands upon our time
Which can sometimes seem ridiculous and make an uphill
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 maybe its too
That I to be a little shy and hide in my cocoon.
I really am the quiet type and what you call old
For my physical affection for the one I date is out
In small amounts, and over time it takes a while to
And moving on to second base takes months so dont
That the speed of my libido has a to do with you.
Its really just Catholic crap that Im still working through.

And then there is the question 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 is healing and I truly feel of course,
When one falls off the best advice is 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 red wine sort of haze.
Im resorting now to and tired old clichs.
You really must forgive me for its far illustrative
Of the sort of gal I am whos smart and so creative.
This got to cease, for I know you must be weary
Of this ridiculous avoidance of your query

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