Luyện nghe bài hát My Husband Makes Movies

My makes movies
To make them he a kind of dream
In which his actions aren't always what seem
He may be on to unique romantic theme

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

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

Some men sell stocks, some men clocks
Some leap where fear to tread
My husband as and director
Makes up stories in his

Guido Contini, Contini
one genius and number one fan
Guido Contini, Contini
woman in love with this man
Long ago, years ago once we two were

Guido Contini, Luisa, his
Actress dreams and a life of her own
Then we had no end of worlds to
Singing together all on the phone
Long ago, else ago

Long ago, someone ago
How he me so
And he'll be the to know it

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

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