Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

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

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

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

You've been going slave romancing
Nasty, mean and dancin
With your nose in plastic
People talk and all wag
I can't it baby

I've been a
'Cause scales have fell from my eyes
You can't keep up your
Tell me about your adventures in
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 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 working for the
And all money crisply ironed in off-shore banks
Your friends are
I can't it baby
Maybe it's

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