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 it's to the missus who sits on his tongue

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

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

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

Girls singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a
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 we ain't been believing
Blowing up smoke from the 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
time in the old city
Who and who wants more?

'Cause the girls on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
out sighs and theyre still looking dangerous
Oh, this is 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

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

who have panic attacks
Often feel that they should be able to with them
And indeed the resources you need are within you
just that sometimes the appropriate responses
To a particular are not immediately accessible

Some of said you never made the cut
And young son break away be older
Sober as a judge as the door slammed
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 town on

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

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

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