Luyện nghe bài hát So Lonely Was The Ballad

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

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

Girls with their pearls on the flex of
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 take the piss but loyal in the end
But watch out 'cause theyll steal girlfriend
Take her 'round the back; she'll come limping

Girls singing on the bus, kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but theyre still looking
Oh, is definitely 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 the town 'cause we ain't been believing
Blowing up smoke from the to the ceiling
Making sure nightmares turn up you're dreaming

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

'Cause the singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs and theyre still dangerous
Oh, is definitely 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 subsided after listening to tape
So, we appreciate your feedback

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

Some of them said you made the cut
And young son break wanna be older
Sober as a as the door slammed shut
Three full and a yes for the no sir

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

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

If I see again that chaperon
Get kicked in the teeth by street-done
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, 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