Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa Listen

Who steal on Sunday?
Who'd made them make believe?
Who'd buy a prayer when you can pray for
If the way you drank your coffee was the way you at me,
then I could take my hands off the TV.
I've sleeping on half of my bed lately,
and thinking what you said to me,
"You're tipsy, turning, you are alive, you are burning.
Lisa, you listen?
The shines for you.
You're tipsy, turning, you are alive, you are burning."
A sweet man sing a seafaring song,
and a dear, strong coos gently along.
Good at the Cozy are servin' folks for free.
Did you ever notice there are so people in bands in the city?
been sleeping on half of my bed lately,
and thinking about you said to me,
"You're tipsy, turning, you are alive, you are burning."
And I will not judge you by the way you play instrument.
No, that's as fiction, sometimes I do,
but the moon shines halfway too.
Lisa, won't you
The shines for you:
You're tipsy and turning, you've got one on the floor.
alive, you are burning.
You wanted more.