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 something in the way her tied
not about to stay
I've got no cards to when her belly is full

And it
That the sum of her
Was less than a with her lover

I see her shoulder's sinking
And I want to her
Don't want to her any one of my friends

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

Oh the
Oh the soft and metal

And I know that I say what I'm thinking
I know that I'm just a old fool

And when you see you're not
When excitement fades
Passing the time no marching snare for you

And you back breaks from laughter
When your smile with spite
For every night that normally haunts you

it in gemstone
Put it it can breathe

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