Luyện nghe bài hát Lovers In Our Heads

Mary's home again
She's again
Johnny her for another girl

She's by her loneliness
And by her shame
And reacting just the same
As she feared would

And are we more
With the of another
noticing our own barren branches?

And are we more
With casting stones at each
While ignoring the lovers in our
Our own beds in our

Mary's driving home again, on the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs about
She use a verse or two
Anything that just a few moments of light
In the middle of this

And are we concerned
With the fruit of
noticing our own barren branches?

And are we consumed
With casting stones at each
While the lovers in our beds
In our

God her cries
As her fall rivaling the grains of sand
And we have His
is keeping us from being His hands, His hands?

Mary's driving again, turns off the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs divorce yet