Luyện nghe bài hát Over My Head

She was talking about the world
She was on a coffee-bar stool
I heard her say something clever inflation
And the rule

It was over my head, over my
my head, over my head
Over my head, over my
my head,

Her eyes were plastered with a lot of
And her was cut by Vidal
I was wondering how I was going to her
A live intellectual

And then she started talking bout a new
Of Dostoyevsky in
The way her mouth moved was pure
When she she'd written it up in a mag

It was my head, over my head
Over my head, my head
my head, over my head
my head,

Everybody's talking a new way of thinking
Getting plugged silicon chips
All I could think about was linking
And I just watched her Mary lips

over my head, over my head
Over my head, over my
Over my head, over my
my head,

She asked me was I into Fellini
And did I think of Godard
I tried to imagine her in a
And didn't find it was

She said you seen that Fritz Lang movie
Where the hero his soul?
I said I didn't that sounded too groovy
I'm more into rock and

She was over my head, over my
Over my head, over my
Over my head, over my
my head,
my head,
my head,