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 hell called routine
She arises tried - she is feeding on the of the
Fat that's the housewife
Making sure it's all clean

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

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

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