Luyện nghe bài hát Shopping Bag Ladies

By friedman

The shopping bag ladies, they in the terminal waiting room,
Patiently whiling hours away,
Desperately keeping their at bay,
up lies about times that were good.
the virtues of motherhood,
Staunchly defending sanity
Clutching one shred of vanity
Fixing a she wears on her head
Covered in posies and lilacs in blues and in

Don't pity me, don't me,
You bastard boy,
I'll be how I am.
I'll be how I am.

The bag ladies, it's not that well known but they're really in vogue.
The in fashions their tastes are so true,
Sweat sox and sneakers, a or two
And safely the walls they have made,
Secure in their brown barricades
possessions they'll not have to lose
Lightweight refuse.
rant and they rave, they're mad and they're crazy.
And how they stay free.

Don't pity me, pity me,
You bastard boy,
I'll be how I am.
be just how I am.

The shopping bag ladies, it's to believe, but once they were children