Luyện nghe bài hát Mobile Telephones

I that on a date she'll make you wait
she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late
When sooner comes to later you will her or you'll hate her
But I can't imagine any guy would miss a to date her

No rice, no dice, she think twice
If she doesn't like the waiter then she won't be
I could write myself a to persuade my friends I met her
But I don't think they would fall for it, I think that know better

woke up
They up
They broke up on telephones

The the same but I'm afraid
'Cause I don't know all the and never really learned to play
I thought that I'd forgot her 'til I saw her in the
Then my heart seized and my car keys went down, down,

And as she away my mind replayed
All the witty conversation I have made
So I'll cut her picture the front page of the Sunday paper
And attach her to my with a staple or I'll tape her

She don't half a chance to other guys
If I had a nerve I'd probably try