Luyện nghe bài hát So Lonely Was The Ballad

So lonely was the
Harmonica man Sam was so knackered after of love
He puts on the gloves and then on his hat
Then home to the missus who sits on his tongue

Selfish with their packs of cigarettes
Forking out two take your with the ticket
Sometimes sane times not with it
Standing at the picket, man your hands freezing

Girls with their on the flex of Monroe
It's an half g blow Marilyns gone
Navaho, hi ho
Hey ho, let's go with the average joes

We talk with their fists and argue with their
Always the piss but theyre loyal in the end
But watch out 'cause theyll steal girlfriend
Take her 'round the back; she'll come back

singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but theyre still dangerous
Oh, is definitely all for you
life in the fast lane and a
Give it up you got no game, well, oh
Oh, this is all for you

So remember when you there's a reason being
We leaving the town 'cause we ain't believing
Blowing up from the lungs to the ceiling
Making nightmares turn up when you're dreaming

We all good, we can bounce way
On the everyday, kicking up the country, oh
Good in the old city
Who listening and who wants

the girls singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs and still looking dangerous
Oh, this is all for you
life in the fast lane and a
Give it up when you got no
I said, Oh, is definitely all for you

And how it was noticed
How the panic times subsided listening to this tape
So, we would appreciate your

People who panic attacks
Often that they should be able to deal with them
And indeed the you need are already within you
It's just that the appropriate responses
To a situation are not immediately accessible

of them said you never made the cut
And young son break away be older
as a judge as the door slammed shut
Three bags and a yes for the no sir

Say as you them, "Get up and go, go"
Say, "Hello, showaddy wa wo wo"
There's been a better way
Than getting right out of this on Monday

Well, I wear my old tap shoes, they fit
You and me looked years old back
When I was ten whilst boozy
Got with a hoozy, advantage taken

If I ever see again chaperon
Get in the teeth by street-done tone
Well, her dress is ripped and her are soaking
One step, three back, drinking

singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs and still looking dangerous
Oh, this is all for you
life in the fast lane and a
Give it up when you got no
Well oh, this is all for you