Luyện nghe bài hát Sitting in My Hotel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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