Luyện nghe bài hát Overs

Why don't we foolin' ourselves?
The game is over, over,

No good times, no bad
There's no at all
the New York times
Sittin' on the
the flowers

We might as well be
It matters
We sleep

And a smile passin' in the hall
But no laughs left
we laughed them all
And we them all
In a short time

is tapping on my forehead
Hangin' from my
Rattlin' the
And I wonder, how can I delay?
We're just a habit saccharin

And I'm habitually kinda blue
But each I try on
The thought of you
I
I and think it over