Luyện nghe bài hát La La Song

Knowing you makes all the
Don't it
Knowing all your if's and
Your when's and

December comes in as a short
A little punctured, a little
But not forever and not for

In New York, the vagabonds have
To your wings
The play tramps are
Starving for a little

It seems I've my arms like this for ages
But I am done waiting, I am lowering down
a white flag, like a sail

It's season, my peach, my little
You are gone, but now I all my parts

funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
It's funny, I like me with a broken heart

So, when winter to thaw
You may be to come around
And likely to be too late

La la la...