Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

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

Well, I shouldnt make a without my book in front of me,
Cause Im always double booking which can catastrophe.
And although its personal, just merely oversight,
Ive ticked off 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 who and when and where I said Id be,
But my mother is and somehow doesnt see
That its strictly lack of focus or theres too on my mind
So that little like names and dates get somehow left behind
In some file I cannot access some corner of my brain.
But I didnt mean to Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the simple point Im trying to make the time it took
Is I really cant do anything without my friggin book!

And I guess we would be remiss to not pay some attention
To the simple fact that of us are busy, did I mention?
I take a class in pottery and practical
Which mother finds indulgent but its my curiosity
About the world around me, so that without a doubt
That Tuesday and Friday afternoons are simply 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 that its impossible and far insurmountable.
Its just as two grownups we must always be accountable
For all the little details and demands upon our
Which can seem ridiculous and make an uphill climb
Of our day to day existence like a that cant be won,
And all but eliminate the time for any fun.

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

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

Oh my God! I be swimming in some red wine sort 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 smart and so creative.
This ramblings got to cease, for I you must be weary
Of this seemingly ridiculous avoidance of your

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