Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

Saturday night
A redness on my
I you
You me

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

Laced think naivete
Firm can't be swayed
yourself you're happy
We both know the

It's false the dirty talk
The dirty
The sexy
Your eyes are

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

You and me that you see
So beg my pardon.

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

And when I do be looking for security in words
Though you know that you 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 in a couple weeks
I'm too to help it
know how to end it

I for me.

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

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