Luyện nghe bài hát Picasso Gotcha Down

There's in my ceiling at night
And I want to her
I want to tell her all my youth

But in the way her hair's tied
not about to stay
I've got no cards to play her belly is full

And it
the sum of her dreams
Was less a scene with her lover

I see her sullen sinking
And I to help her
Don't to sell her any one of my friends

But she asks what I'm drinking
And goes off to get the same
And though I'm the drain I'll follow her
Round the

Oh the
Oh the soft and metal

And I that I don't say what I'm thinking
I know that I'm a flimsy old fool

And when you see you're not
your excitement fades
Passing the time plays no marching for you

And you back breaks from laughter
When your shines with spite
For every whisper-ridden night that normally you

it in gemstone
Put it where it can

I know that I don't say I'm thinking
I know I'm just a flimsy old fool