Luyện nghe bài hát My Husband Makes Movies

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

Some men run banks, some rule the
earn their living baking bread
My husband, he goes a crazy
Making movies

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

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

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

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

Long ago, else ago
How he me so
And he'll be the last to it

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

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