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 'bout inflation
And the rule

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

Her eyes were with a lot of mascara
And her was cut by Vidal
I was how I was going to score her
A real intellectual

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

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

Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of
plugged into silicon chips
All I could think about was linking
And I just watched her Quant lips

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

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

She said you seen that Fritz Lang movie
the hero loses his soul?
I said I think that sounded too groovy
I'm more rock and roll

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