Luyện nghe bài hát Invention

This evening has swell, a first date in New York.
You asked the proper questions, you used the fork.
You looked into my eyes, you calm, polite, composed.
You even bypassed my pet peeve and with your mouth closed.
We paid the check, you walked me home, a 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 double booking can cause catastrophe.
And although its never personal, just oversight,
Ive off many friends and with my mother had a fight
About my irresponsibility and how its down right
To be so absentminded and show such
As to not remember who and when and where I Id be,
But my is impossible and somehow doesnt see
That its strictly of focus or theres too much on my mind
So that little things like names and dates get somehow behind
In some file I cannot sits some corner of my brain.
But I didnt mean to bring Mom up or here and complain!
For the simple point Im trying to make despite the time it
Is that I really 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 take a class in pottery and philosophy
Which mother finds indulgent but its my curiosity
About the world me, so that means without a doubt
That Tuesday nights and afternoons are simply out.
And Im sure you have conflicts and appointments you must keep,
And theres all the little things, like laundry, food, and sleep.
Not to say that its and far from insurmountable.
Its just that as two we must always be accountable
For all the details and demands upon our time
Which can sometimes seem ridiculous and 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 mention, although maybe its too soon
That I tend to be a little shy and in my cocoon.
I really am the quiet type and you call old fashion
For my physical for the one I date is rationed out
In small amounts, and over time it takes a to bloom
And on to second base takes months so dont assume
That the of my libido has a thing to do with you.
Its really some Catholic crap that Im still working through.

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

Oh my God! I must be in some red wine sort of haze.
Im resorting now to and tired old clichs.
You really must me for its far from 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 seemingly ridiculous avoidance of query

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