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 that it's not really me
They would all be asking who I'm to be

If my friends 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
Seven high, looking 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 hotel

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

would 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

Sitting in my hotel, looking through the 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 would try to understand me
They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to
All my friends would ask me what it's all to