Luyện nghe bài hát Mr.Jones

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

And she dances while his father plays
She's beautiful
And we all want beautiful
Man, I wish I was

So, dance this silence down through the morning
Sha la la la la la la la la
Cut up, Maria! me some of that Spanish dancing
Pass me a bottle, Mr.

in me
Help me, in anything
'Cause I want to be someone who

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

Smiling in the lights
through 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 beautiful colors are very, meaningful
And you know, gray is my favorite

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

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

in the spotlight
I bought a gray guitar
everybody loves me
I will never be

I will be lonely
And I'm never be lonely

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

in me
Because I don't in anything
And I to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful
"She's for you, man, there's got to be somebody for me"

I to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones he was someone just a little more funky
And loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

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

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

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