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 rang; as I picked it up I knew
I handed it to her and "It's Irving, dear, for you"
I'd stolen her away from many years before
But she still dreams of Irving; she Irving more and more
Irving over breakfast, Irving through the day
Even when we're making
There's in the way
She's got Irving inside her and Irving come out
Though there's nothing about to write home about
When I her and we kiss
It's Irving that and Irving
Her word 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
night I wail and weep
She mumbles "Iirngg" in her
How'd it get in her so deep, Irving?
I've always thought that was featureless and bland
But Irving has a hold on her that I understand
always be together even when they're miles apart
She's got I-R-V-I-N-G tatooed on her
She's got Irving inside her and Irving's there to
"Irving, Irving, Irving, Irving'"s all she would say
Though my heart was
I heard the word spoken
I her a bus token back to Irving
The bus was silver, I was
As I bid my adieu
And I sent her back to Irving