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 - assed half an hour
And talk so small I can't remember every single

Laced with think
Firm can't be swayed
yourself you're happy
We both the truth

It's false behind the talk
The sheets
The sexy
Your are closed

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

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

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

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

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

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

I for me.

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

There is nothing in
You and me that you see
So beg my