Luyện nghe bài hát Sitting in My Hotel

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

If my friends see me now
out my hotel window
Dressed in satin strides and daisy roots
If my friends could see me now I they would smile

Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the of this great big world
Seven storys high, at the world go by
Sitting in the hotel
Thinking about the countryside and sunny in June
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my room

If my could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie
round the room like some outrageous poove
They would tell me that I'm just used
They would ask me what I'm to prove

They would see me in my
Watching late shows the morning
Writing songs for old time revues
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 looking at the world go by
in my hotel, looking at the world outside

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