Luyện nghe bài hát It Got All Black

It got all in the bottom of my glass
I looked up and was Bridgette Fontaine
I've got in my head, I've got chocolate and bread
And I may never leave this room

Now dark and you love me, honey, count to ten
I can help you to distinguish your
so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again
Now I what they put in the rain

could be true or it could take all of an hour
I could just forget you have a cocktail and a
Like my taught me

That loves a mystery
So you can it at your name and your rank
If we like it I can get your history
Maybe put a more in the bank

This could be true or we could be a while here
Find better to do
'Cause you might go out of style

And only
Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a
can leave you doubled over, burned and broken
If they too long

This could be true or we be all of an hour
I could still forget you have a cocktail and a
Like my mother said, true

That we could just be a while
better things to do
'Cause you go out of style dear
Remember that it's in the bottom of my glass
It's black in the bottom of my