Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Tried to see you
I had so many I wanted to say
Yet when knocked your mother the door
I can see you no more

Why? I asked her
You're not her type, she said, you're too
So your bunch of wild petunias and go
We don't ya here no more

Now, why it always have to be me?
Who gets picked upon like three
Daisies in a jam jar bored
Or three bullfighters that have just been gored

Why don't you try me
By telling your how charming I can be
And maybe the next time I knock on your door
She won't send me away, no

Now, why it always have to be me?
Who gets picked upon just like
Daisies in a jam jar looking
Or three Spanish bullfighters have just been gored

Why you try helping me
By your mother how charming I can be
And maybe the next that I knock on your door
She won't send me away, no