Luyện nghe bài hát Mr.Jones

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

And she while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly
And we all want something
Man, I I was beautiful

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

in me
Help me, believe in
I want to be someone who believes

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

Smiling in the bright
through in stereo
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 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 myself a gray
When loves me
I will be lonely

I never be lonely
And I'm gonna be lonely

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

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

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

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

Mr. and me staring at the video
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 everybody loves me
I to be just about as happy as I can be

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