Luyện nghe bài hát Irving

(Hank Nelson)
Darling, do you to Irving when you're here alone?
What are all these calls to on the telephone?
Just then that phone rang; as I picked it up I
I it to her and said "It's Irving, dear, for you"
I'd stolen her from Irving many years before
But she still dreams of Irving; she wants Irving more and
Irving over breakfast, Irving through the day
Even we're making love
There's in the way
She's got inside her and Irving won't come out
Though nothing about Irving to write home about
I hold her and we kiss
It's Irving and Irving this
Her six-letter for bliss is Irving
She does not strongly about Ogden or Eugene
Norman, Austin, Gary, Jackson, or Dean
Rochester, Pierre, Orlando, Sherman, or Lee
Marlin, Milton, Bradley, Homer, Troy, St. or me
Every night I and weep
She mumbles "Iirngg" in her
How'd it get in her so deep, Irving?
I've always thought Irving was featureless and bland
But Irving has a hold on her I can't understand
They'll be together even when they're miles apart
got I-R-V-I-N-G tatooed on her heart
She's got Irving inside her and Irving's to stay
"Irving, Irving, Irving, Irving'"s all that she say
Though my was broken
I heard the she'd spoken
I bought her a bus token back to
The bus was silver, I was
As I bid my adieu
And I sent her back to Irving