Luyện nghe bài hát Smother Love

The romance is the ideal repression
That you seek, you dream of, that you look for in the streets
That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the shops
And the music spins you round and looking for the props
The silken robe, the perfect little
Will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a
Step outside into the street and staring from the
Is perfection of the happiness that you feel so small
Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the description?
Do you love me? Do you me?
Do you want me for your
Do you love me, say you me
So you that I'm the one
Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a
We can build a house for two, with little to follow
The of our normality that justifies tomorrow
Romance,
Do you me? Say you do
We can leave the world behind and make it for two
Love don't make the world go round, it holds it in place
Keeps us thinking love's too to see another face
another skin-trap, another social weapon
Another way to make men and women at their beckon
another sterile gift, another shit condition
That keeps us seeing just the one and not existing
in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression
She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of repression
If we didn't these codes for love, of tokens and positions
find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions
It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and
We can fight to the cover if you want to sow a seed
Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see aim to smother
The actual possibilities of all the others?