Luyện nghe bài hát Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

A of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose
get a table near the street
In our old place
You and I, to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of
It all depends upon your
I'll meet you any time you
In our Italian

Things are okay with me days
Got a job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new
And the fine
We touch long ago
You lost weight I did not
You could ever so nice after
So time

Do you those days hanging out
At the green
Engineer boots, jackets
And tight jeans
a dime in the box play the
Song New Orleans
Cold beer, hot
My sweet romantic teenage

and Eddie were the
Popular
And the king and the
Of the
Riding with the car top
and the radio on
Nobody any finer
Or was of a hit at the
Parkway
We never knew we could want
Than out of life
Surely Brenda and would
Always how to survive

Brenda and Eddy were still
Steady in the of '75
they decided the marriage would
Be at the end of
Everyone said they were
Brenda you know you're much too
Eddie could afford to live that
Kind of
But there we wavin' Brenda and
goodbye

They got an apartment deep
carpet
And a couple of paintings from
A big waterbed that bought
the bread
They had for a couple
Of
They to fight when the
got tight
And they just count on
The tears.

lived for a while in a
Very style
But always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a
Of
And parted the closest
Of
the king and the queen went
Back to the
But you can never go
again

Brenda and had had it
Already by the of '75
From the to the low to
The end of the
For the rest of lives
They couldn't go to
The
The best they do was
Pick up the
We always knew they both
a way to get by
That's all I heard
and Eddie
Can't tell you more I
you already
And here we are wavin'
And goodbye

A bottle of red, a of white
Whatever kind of mood in tonight
I'll you anytime you want
In our Italian