Luyện nghe bài hát Sandy

By friedman

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

I my hurt in the hallway and follow you up the stairs.
You leave a scattered of clothes straight up to your room.
For a couple of hours the from their paths 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 ever up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard
Is standing right in of you.
you see that what you're searching for
Is right outside this door?
All you have to do is listen to love.

You sit up and on the tv with the remote control,
You flip through fifty seven channels but on.
And so you head into the and come back with a box of oreos,
And arrange on the bed like checkers all in a row.
And one by one, you sure and sample everyone.

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