Luyện nghe bài hát Player Not The Game (F. Carl Thomas)

playin', Mo
I'm talk about these players
And we'll also talk this game
Huh, this
It's somethin' everybody wants to about
But the victim
Is it the
Or the one bein'
Or this game, uh

Early in the morning, he by her door
But she's not there, she don't care, someone else she adores
And it's a quarter after midnight, the girl's by her
But he won't call and the tears fall, so she sleeps all

We're in a world a ball of confusion
When the feeling is gone, still we keep on
To that is just an illusion
Get to the back of the line, love call you in time

On a kaleidoscope of
People go 'round and in circles
in love and feeling pain
But it's the player, not the

See the of smiling faces
No masquerade can fade the
Too many to hide the traces
But it's the player, not the

It's not the

I keep all my feelings in a dark deeper
Never go there 'cause so rare true love shows its face
I stare out my when I can't sleep at night
Many voices, many choices, but I know when right

We're in a world that's a of confusion
When the is wrong, still we keep holding on
To love is just an illusion
Fall to the of the line, love will call you in time

On a of love
go 'round and 'round in circles
Falling in love and feeling
But it's the player, not the

See the of smiling faces
No masquerade can the shame
Too many tracks to hide the
But it's the player, not the

it on the player
Foolish heart don't too fast
Not the
Blame it on the
Foolish heart don't fall too
Not the

Blame it on the
Foolish heart don't fall too
Not the
Blame it on the
Foolish heart fall, don't fall
Not the

On a kaleidoscope of
People go and 'round in circles
Falling in love and pain
But the player, not the game

See the parade of smiling
No masquerade can fade the
Too many to hide the traces
But the player, not the game

On a of love
People go 'round and
pain, yeah, yeah
But the player, not the game

Yeah,
Don't you know that we go - We go around
Every day, all day, days
But it's the player, not the

On a of love
People go 'round and 'round in
Falling in love and pain
But it's the player, not the

See the parade of faces