Luyện nghe bài hát Mr.Jones

I was at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this girl
Mr. Jones up a conversation
With this black-haired dancer

And she dances while his father guitar
suddenly beautiful
And we all something beautiful
Man, I wish I was

So, come dance this silence through the morning
Sha la la la la la la la la
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of Spanish dancing
me a bottle, Mr. Jones

in me
Help me, believe in
'Cause I want to be who believes

Mr. and me tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the women
"She's looking at you, ah, no, no, she's at me"

Smiling in the lights
Coming in stereo
When everybody you
You can never be

I paint my picture
Paint in blue and red and black and gray
All of the colors are very, very meaningful
And you know, is my favorite color

I so symbolic yesterday
If I Picasso
I buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look the future
And we at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you, I don't think so, she's at me"

in the spotlight
I bought a gray guitar
When loves me
I never be lonely

I will be lonely
And I'm never be lonely

I to be a lion
Everybody wants to as cats
We all want to be big, big
And we got different reasons for

in me
Because I don't believe in
And I want to be who believes

Mr. Jones and me through the barrio
Yeah, we at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be for me"

I to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a more funky
And everybody loves you, son, just about as funky as you can be

Mr. and me staring at the video
When I at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't why
And we know how

And when everybody me
I want to be just about as as I can be

Mr. and me, we're gonna be big stars