Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

Saturday burns
A on my face
I you
You me

You were my taste
Now left
With precious thoughts of half - half an hour stops
And talk so I can't remember every single word

with think naivete
Firm delusions be swayed
Tell you're happy
We know the truth

false behind the dirty talk
The dirty
The sexy
Your are closed

Your is open wide
And no good.
There is something up my
There is nothing in

You and me you can't see
So beg my pardon.

Honesty's a virtue can hurt you
Let it be
The thought counts is
down the minutes 'till I leave

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

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

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

I for me.

is something up my sleeve
There is nothing in
You and me that you see
So beg my pardonThere is something up my

There is in between
You and me that you see
So beg my