Luyện nghe bài hát Mr.Jones

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

And she while his father plays guitar
She's beautiful
And we all want something
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 that dancing
me a bottle, Mr. Jones

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

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

in the bright lights
through in stereo
When loves you
You can never be

I wanna my picture
myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very
And you know, is my favorite color

I felt so symbolic
If I knew
I would buy myself a gray guitar and

Mr. Jones and me look the future
And we at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you, I think so, she's looking at me"

in the spotlight
I myself a gray guitar
When loves me
I will never be

I never be lonely
And I'm gonna be lonely

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

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

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

I want to be Bob
Mr. Jones wishes he was just a little more funky
And everybody loves you, son, 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 right at me
We all want to be big stars, but we know why
And we don't how

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

Mr. Jones and me, gonna be big stars