Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

I a story, all about you
I heard the secrets, maybe true
I read the papers, I the news
I the gossip, all about you
They say that you're really not so and prude
it all you're rather rude
And really go for men
Italian types and lots of
I believe it baby
Maybe true

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

I the stories
On saturday night, out in the back
After one or two
Your is mentioned
It me a fright
mention
Puts you in a new

You've been going downtown slave
Nasty, mean and fancy
With your in plastic bags
talk and tongues all wag
I can't believe it

I've a fool
'Cause scales have just fell my eyes
You can't keep up your
me about your adventures in living
I won't write a of libel
Swear it on a thousand
But, I admit, I got my misgivings
Maybe it's

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

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

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