Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Mother

She sits here
What does the fiction
The TV
Can make her break out in a
She watches it to make her feel
Of she never was
She sings a
That her father whistled he worked

It her relax
A mild keeps her down
And she smiling
The bleeds that happy sound
The music nullifies her
With words to that
She s now, she thinks
That really could go wrong

All this waiting all for
living - Rooms to live in
Routine - Merely wasting away

This she's living
Is an of our guilt
The conscience
Imposed by those who never
The pain the drudgery
(Relax!) - It s lonely
And it s not
That this way of life go on