Luyện nghe bài hát Sonja

I've never been lucky, at pickin' up
This life that I is not one that I choose
She was a waitress, with hair blond and
With a black dress, and those Japanese shoes

Man I need to impress her, I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja, I'm singing tonight

But she looked so pretty, as she my coffee
But she had her eye on my at the bar
And I her watch him, and I watched her thinkin'
I her eye was on me

Man I need to impress her, 'cause I'd to undress her
I need a about Sonja, when I'm singing tonight

And if I could sing her a love ballad
I'd hope that the audience might along
But I can't find the right way, to her my feelings
And still make the rhyme with Sonja

No never been lucky, at pickin' up women
But this life that I live is not one I choose
And she was a waitress, now gone forever
And I'm with this song that I never will use

Man you to impress her, if you want to undress her
Sing a song about Sonja, when you're tonight
Sing a about Sonja, when you're singing tonight