Luyện nghe bài hát Playing House

(By Bryn & Martin Brett)

He's slowly - he is in no hurry
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 called the
Making sure it's all clean

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

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

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

Playing house, house

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