Luyện nghe bài hát Sitting in My Hotel

If my friends see me now driving round just like a film star
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would
They would all be saying it's not really me
They would all be who I'm trying to be

If my friends see me now
Looking out my hotel
Dressed in strides and two-tone daisy roots
If my friends could see me now I know would smile

Sitting in my hotel, hiding the dramas of this great big world
Seven high, looking at the world go by
Sitting in the hotel
Thinking about the countryside and days in June
to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room

If my friends see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie
Prancing round the like some outrageous poove
They would tell me I'm just being used
They would ask me I'm trying to prove

They see me in my hotel
Watching late shows till the
Writing songs for old time vaudeville
All my friends would ask me what all leading to

in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street
Seven storys high at the world go by
Sitting in my hotel, at the world outside

If my friends could see me now they would try to me
They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to
All my friends ask me what it's all leading to