Luyện nghe bài hát So Lonely Was The Ballad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause the singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out and theyre still looking dangerous
Oh, is definitely all for you
Living life in the lane and a
Give it up you got no game
I said, Oh, this is all for you

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Some of them said you never the cut
And young son break away wanna be
Sober as a judge as the slammed shut
Three full and a yes for the no sir

Say as you them, "Get up and go, go"
Say, "Hello, showaddy wa wo wo"
There's never been a way
Than right out of this town on Monday

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

If I ever see again that
Get in the teeth by street-done tone
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 sighs and theyre still looking
Oh, this is all for you
life in the fast lane and a
Give it up you got no game
Well oh, is definitely all for you