Luyện nghe bài hát Overs

Why we stop foolin' ourselves?
The game is over, over,

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

We as well be apart
It hardly
We sleep

And drop a passin' in the hall
But there's no laughs
we laughed them all
And we laughed all
In a very short

Time is tapping on my
Hangin' my mirror
the teacups
And I wonder, how long can I
We're just a like saccharin

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