Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Records On

Three birds, sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to
came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls on the concrete

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's
And nothing seems to change, and it all will stay the
Ohh, don't you

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite
You go ahead, let your hair
Sapphire and jeans, I hope you get your dreams
go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find somewhere, somehow

as the sky, sombre and lonely
Sipping tea in a bar by the
(Just relax, relax)
Don't you let those other boys you
Gotta love that awful

sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to
Don't you it's strange?

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite
You go ahead, let hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your
Just go ahead, let your down

You're gonna find somewhere, somehow

Just more than I could take, pity for sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you even have to try any longer?
Do what you to

Girl, put your records on, tell me your song
You go ahead, let hair down
Sapphire and jeans, I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair

Girl, put your on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get dreams
go ahead, let your hair down

Ohh, you're gonna yourself somewhere, somehow