Luyện nghe bài hát Playing House

(By Tracey & Martin Brett)

He's walking slowly - he is in no
He is walking to the slaughter of the that's called routine
She arises - she is feeding on the famine of the
Fat that's the housewife
Making sure it's all clean

This is the game called house
all screamin', no one's getting out
This is the called playing house

starving for a surprise, she is aching for a sign
That things are not quite as
As they seemed to be
me complication, give me freezing in the heat
Give me new kind of rhythm
Give me some new of beat

Don't me the game called playing house
We're all screaming, no one's out
Don't me the game called playing house

Playing house, house

Destroy all that's creative - give a friendly face
Just give everyone a rhythm, just everyone a place
That is the game we've been told that we will play
And if we ot long enough, it's bound to surely go away.