Luyện nghe bài hát Sandy

By friedman

I fumble in my for the keys to your fickle heart.
I drop them on the and then surprise, surprise you pick 'em up.
So I stand in the doorway wearing my patented grin.
finally you take pity on my poor soul and you let me in.
The time has come. the ramparts will be overrun

I hang my hurt in the and follow you up the stairs.
You a scattered trail of clothes straight up to your room.
For a couple of hours the planets from their they stray,
And every sense is filled your sweet perfume.
And you come, it's with such power, I am overcome.

Sandy, won't you make up your mind?
The love you're trying so find
Is standing in front of you.
Don't you see what you're searching for
Is waiting outside this door?
All you have to do is to your love.

You sit up and turn on the tv the remote control,
You flip through fifty seven but nothing's on.
And so you head into the kitchen and come with a box of oreos,
And arrange on the bed like checkers all in a row.
And one by one, you make and sample everyone.

Sandy, you ever make up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard
Is standing right in of you.
Don't you see that what you're for
Is waiting right outside door?
All you have to do is to your love.