Luyện nghe bài hát So Lonely Was The Ballad

So was the ballad
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 sons with their packs of
Forking out two take girl with the ticket
Sometimes sane other times not it
Standing at the picket, man your hands freezing

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

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

Girls singing on the bus, kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but 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, is definitely all for you

So remember you choke there's a reason being
We leaving the town 'cause we been believing
Blowing up smoke from the to the ceiling
Making sure turn up when you're dreaming

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

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

And how it was they
How the panic times after listening to this tape
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People who have panic
Often feel they should be able to deal with them
And indeed the resources you need are within you
It's just that sometimes the appropriate
To a particular situation are not immediately

of them said you never made the cut
And son break away wanna be older
Sober as a 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"
There's never a better way
Than getting right out of this on Monday

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

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

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