Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

Saturday night
A redness on my
I you
You me

You never my taste
Now alone
With precious thoughts of half - assed half an hour
And talk so small I can't remember single word

with think naivete
Firm delusions can't be
Tell yourself you're
We know the truth

It's false behind the talk
The sheets
The walk
Your eyes are

Your heart is wide
And no good.
is something up my sleeve
There is in between

You and me that you see
So beg my pardon.

Honesty's a virtue that can you
Let it be
The thought that is
Counting down the minutes 'till I

And I do you'll be looking for security in words
you know that you won't get it for the better
For the worse.

There is up my sleeve
is nothing in between
You and me you can't see
So beg my

I for me
Then I'm in a couple weeks
I'm too to help it
Don't how to end it

I for me.

There is something up my
There is in between
You and me that you see
So beg my pardonThere is up my sleeve

is nothing in between
You and me you can't see
So beg my