Luyện nghe bài hát Miles From Boredom

She love, like it's goin' outta style
Sits down and cries about it once in a
'Cause that wakes me up at 4a.m.
Sayin', "Rock me baby, rock me baby, aw honey, me again"
(Yeah)

But my baby's miles and miles, and miles and miles from
(Yeah)
She keeps me miles and miles, and miles and from boredom
Yes, she

She all my money with her high class taste
And you ain't got a if you ain't got it to waste
First, she sees it, she wants it, then it away
She up and her mind, ten times a day
(Yeah)

She keeps me and miles, and miles and miles from boredom
'Cause my miles, and miles and miles, and miles from boredom
Yes, she is
(I'll say)

and
and
Miles and

She likes hot cars, she my fame
Take me for a ride, that's the of the game
Yeah, but I have it any other way
It's like havin' a different ch-ch-ch-ch day

Yeah, she's miles and miles, and miles and miles from boredom
(Yeah)
Now my baby's miles and miles, and miles and miles boredom
Ah, and she keeps me miles and miles, and and miles from boredom
(Yeah)

Miles and miles, and miles and from boredom
When yer sick of that old face
Doin' it the same old
at her, look at her, day after day
Ah,