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, would laugh
They would all be saying 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 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 high, looking at the world go by
Sitting in the room
about the countryside and sunny days in June
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my room

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

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

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

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