Luyện nghe bài hát So Lonely Was The Ballad

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

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

with their pearls on the flex of Monroe
It's an g blow Marilyns gone loco
Navaho, hi ho
Hey ho, let's go dancing with the average

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

Girls on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out but theyre still looking dangerous
Oh, this is 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 choke there's a being
We leaving the 'cause we ain't been believing
Blowing up smoke the lungs to the ceiling
Making sure nightmares turn up when dreaming

We all good, we can this way
On the mike everyday, up the country, oh
Good time in the old
Who listening and who wants

'Cause the girls singing on the bus, kicking up a fuss
Crying out and theyre 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, this is all for you

And how it was they
How the panic times subsided after listening to this
So, we would your feedback

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

Some of said you never made the cut
And young son away wanna 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, waddy wa wo wo"
never been a better way
Than getting right out of town on Monday

Well, I still wear my old tap shoes, fit
You and me looked twelve old back
I was ten whilst boozy Suzie
Got woozy with a hoozy, advantage

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

Girls on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out and theyre still looking dangerous
Oh, this is all for you
Living life in the lane and a
it up when you got no game
Well oh, is definitely all for you