Luyện nghe bài hát Irving

(Hank Nelson)
Darling, do you talk to Irving you're here alone?
are all these calls to Irvine on the telephone?
Just then phone rang; as I picked it up I knew
I it to her and said "It's Irving, dear, for you"
I'd stolen her away from Irving many before
But she still dreams of Irving; she wants more and more
It's Irving over breakfast, through the day
Even when making love
Irving in the way
She's got Irving inside her and Irving come out
Though there's nothing about Irving to write home
I hold her and we kiss
It's Irving and Irving this
Her word for bliss is Irving
She does not feel strongly about 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
it get in her so deep, this Irving?
I've always thought Irving was featureless and bland
But Irving has a on her that I can't understand
They'll always be 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 to stay
"Irving, Irving, Irving, Irving'"s all she would say
Though my heart was
I the word she'd spoken
I her a bus token back to Irving
The bus was silver, I was
As I bid my love
And I sent her back to Irving