Luyện nghe bài hát Mr.Jones

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

And she dances his father plays guitar
suddenly beautiful
And we all want something
Man, I I was beautiful

So, come dance this silence down 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, believe in
'Cause I want to be who believes

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

in the bright lights
Coming through in
When everybody you
You can be lonely

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

I felt so yesterday
If I Picasso
I would buy myself a guitar and play

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

Standing in the
I bought myself a guitar
everybody loves me
I will be lonely

I will never be
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 reasons for that

in me
Because I believe in anything
And I want to be who believes

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

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

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

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

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