Luyện nghe bài hát Moody Girl

Moody girl, in a whirl, your is like a Pollack mural
Such a teen, drama queen, is so obscene
Always standing in the pour
mouth wide open drowning
Tiny feet spin in circles
Bruise the world and a purple

girl, in a whirl, carving hearts in knotted burl
Silly dame, what a shame, you see youre to blame?
Always others secrets
But you never seem to yours
Wonder who the rules made for
Not for you cause because the games
girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl

Lipstick, perfume, stains your dress
teacups, shinning in the mess
No one you life could be so bland
You the best of what you have
I can see why a
girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl

Lilting eyelash, tears
Knee jerk practiced all the years
No one you life could be so bland
You make the worst of what you
No that youre a

girl, in a whirl, clutching at dime-store pearls
How bout that brat? Always thought youd laugh last

When its to face the music
Youve got cotton in your
But the ever-smiling poseur sings a freshly composed for
Moody girl, in a whirl, moody in a whirl