Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

Saturday night
A redness on my
I you
You me

You never my taste
Now left
With precious thoughts of half - assed half an stops
And talk so small I can't remember every single

with think naivete
Firm delusions be swayed
Tell yourself happy
We both the truth

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

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

You and me that you see
So beg my pardon.

a virtue that can hurt you
Let it be
The that counts is
Counting down the minutes I leave

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

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

I for me
Then I'm in a couple weeks
I'm too weak to it
know how to end it

I for me.

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

There is in between
You and me you can't see
So beg my