Luyện nghe bài hát Irving

(Hank Nelson)
Darling, do you talk to Irving you're here alone?
What are all these calls to on the telephone?
Just then that phone as I picked it up I knew
I handed it to her and "It's Irving, dear, for you"
I'd stolen her from Irving many years before
But she dreams of Irving; she wants Irving more and more
It's Irving over breakfast, through the day
Even when we're making
There's in the way
She's got Irving her and Irving won't come out
there's nothing about Irving to write home about
When I her and we kiss
It's Irving that and this
Her six-letter word for bliss is
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 "Iirngg" in her sleep
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
They'll always be together even they're miles apart
got I-R-V-I-N-G tatooed on her heart
She's got Irving inside her and there to stay
"Irving, Irving, Irving, Irving'"s all that she say
Though my was broken
I heard the she'd spoken
I her a bus token back to Irving
The bus was silver, I was
As I bid my adieu
And I sadly sent her back to