Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. I Love You

What is to write? What is there to say?
Same things everyday, not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So I take my pen in hand and the same old way.

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line, the cool, the folks are fine,
I'm in bed each night at nine, P. S. I you.
Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I complain,
Was it dusty on the train, P. S. I you.
Write to the Browns just as as you're able,
They came to call, and I burned a hole in the dining room table,
And let me see, I that's all.
Nothing else for me to say, and so close but by the way,
thinking of you, P. S. I love you.
I do my best to obey all wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
But I buy us a new set of dishes, or wash the ones that are piled in the sink.
Nothing else to tell you dear, except day seems like a year,
Every night I'm dreaming of you, P. S. I you.