Luyện nghe bài hát Riding On The Back

Molly came home from work and her cat dead
She suddenly she wanted a dog instead
She dashed down to the kennel and herself a puppy
And on first walkies she ran across a yuppie
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 back of a bird
Bigger you, bigger than me
On the side of your memory
The scent that your pot poure
The flour in bakery
Johnny and Rita had a real thing on
Johnny shows to his best friend called Bobbie
Who freaks over Rita, she finds herself
With commitment to old fashioned values
So they run off together, it's a match made in
She is a painter and he is a seller
Just the kind of love to make a man
And lonely better
And still to day coincidence is all the rage!
I'm riding on the back of a bird
Bigger than you, bigger me
It's the in your artillery
The painting in gallery
The food in delivery
I don't want to your heart in two
There's just one thing I'd you to try
Don't let take your wings away
You can tomorrow from 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 home
for marriage and a lock on his bone
And Johnny was and it was meant to be
All of stupid till he moved to New York City
the type of town to help create
The type of that's free
I'm riding on the of a giant bird
Bigger than you, bigger me
than all history