Luyện nghe bài hát Riding On The Back

Molly came home from work and her cat dead
She suddenly realized she a dog instead
She dashed down to the kennel and bought herself a
And on that first walkies she ran across a
His name was Steven, he was clean shaven and patient
Just the type of guy to help her the kinda life
That she's craving
And still to day, coincidence is all the rage!
I'm riding on the of a giant bird
Bigger you, bigger than me
On the west side of memory
The scent that sings your pot
The in your bakery
and Rita had a real thing going on
Johnny shows to his best friend called Bobbie
Who over Rita, she finds herself smitten
Bobbie's commitment to old fashioned values
So they run off together, it's a match in heaven
She is a painter and he is a seller
the kind of love to make a lonely man
And lonely woman
And to this day coincidence is all the rage!
I'm riding on the back of a giant
than you, bigger than me
It's the fight in artillery
The painting in your
The food in delivery
I don't want to break your in two
There's just one I'd like you to try
Don't let science your wings away
You can live tomorrow today
Frankie got out of school and found himself
Instead of a diploma they gave him white bread
And Graham was in Chicago in a middle class
Destined for marriage and a on his bone
And Johnny was and it was meant to be
All kinds of till he moved to New York City
Just the type of to help create
The type of that's free
I'm riding on the back of a bird
Bigger than you, than me
than all history