Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

I a story, all about you
I heard the secrets, maybe they're
I read the papers, I the news
I hear the gossip, all you
They say that you're really not so and prude
Behind it all rather rude
And go for younger men
Italian types and of them
I can't it baby
it's true

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

I heard the
On night, out in the back room
After one or two
Your name is
It me a fright
mention
Puts you in a new

You've been going downtown slave
Nasty, and fancy dancin
With your nose in plastic
People talk and all wag
I believe it baby

I've been a
'Cause have just fell from my eyes
You can't keep up your
Tell me your adventures in living
I write a word of libel
Swear it on a thousand
But, I admit, I have got my
Maybe it's

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

I read the papers, I read the
I the columns for pictures of you
You the husband, you with the mayor, youu with the kids
Now who are you kidding, who you
How can you
you are the mistress of a mafia man
Who's for the Vatican
And all your crisply ironed in off-shore banks
Your are kind
I can't it baby
it's true

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the
Yeah, been a nasty girl
Yeah, been bad
You've bad, you've been bad
You better come here
And your puni