Luyện nghe bài hát Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine

She hides in an attic concealed on a
volumes of literature based on herself
And runs across the like some tiny elf
that it's hard to find
Stuff way back in her
Winds up spending all of her
to memorize every line
Sweet Lorraine, ah Lorraine.

Sweet lady of death me to die
So she can come sit by my and sigh
And wipe away the tears from all my friends
softly she will explain
Just who was to blame
For me to go insane
And finally blow out my
Sweet Lorraine, ah Lorraine.

Well you know that a shame and a pity
You were raised up in the
And you never learned nothing country ways
Ah 'bout ways.

The joy of life she dresses in
With secrets engraved in her back
And her keeps flashing that she's got the knack
But you know when you look her eyes
All she's learned had to memorize
And the way you'll ever get her high
Is to let her do her thing and watch you die
Sweet Lorraine, ah Lorraine.

Now she's the one who gives us all those magical
And reads us out of the I Ching
she passes out a whole new basket of rings
That you put on your hand
Makes you one of the Band
And you the power to be a man
But what it does for her you never understand
Sweet Lorraine, ah Lorraine.

Well you know that it's a shame and a
You were raised up in the
And you never learned nothing country ways
Oh 'bout ways, oh 'bout country ways
Yeah country ways, oh country ways ...