Luyện nghe bài hát Sitting in My Hotel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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