Luyện nghe bài hát My Husband Makes Movies

My husband movies
To make them he lives a of dream
In his actions aren't always what they seem
He may be on to some unique theme

men run banks, some rule the world
Some earn their baking bread
My husband, he goes a little
Making instead

My husband spins
He them then gives them to you all
Michelangelo he paints his private dome
But can't distinguish his work and what's his home

Some men stocks, some men punch clocks
Some where others fear to tread
My as author and director
Makes up stories in his

Contini, Luisa Contini
Number one genius and one fan
Guido Contini, Contini
woman in love with this man
Long ago, many years ago we two were

Contini, Luisa, his lover
Actress dreams and a life of her own
we had no end of worlds to discover
Singing together all night on the
Long ago, someone ago

ago, someone else ago
How he me so
And be the last to know it

My makes movies
To make them he makes himself
He works for weeks on end without a bit of
No other way can he achieve his level

Some men books, some shine their shoes
Some retire early, some stay up to dream and
My only rarely comes to bed
My husband makes movies
My makes movies