Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

Saturday burns
A redness on my
I you
You me

You were my taste
Now alone
With thoughts of half - assed half an hour stops
And talk so small I can't every single word

with think naivete
Firm delusions can't be
yourself you're happy
We both know the

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

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

You and me that you 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 you won't get it for the better
For the worse.

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

I for me
Then I'm back in a couple
I'm too weak to 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 pardonThere is something up my

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