Luyện nghe bài hát Squabs on Forty Fab

(difford/tilbrook)

I've come the desert
To greet you with a
My looks so tired
It's hardly my while
To tell you of my
Across the golden
I see preparations
me first to feast
Take me I'm
dreams are made of this
Forever be
A in your...

The indians signals
From the rocks the pass
The take positions
In the bushes and the
The squaw is the corporal
She is against the tree
She doesn't the language
It's the she don't need
She lets loose all the
the corporal is asleep
And he to find the fire's dead
And in his hats
And crockett rides around
And says cool for cats

(cool for cats...)

I thought it would happen
With me and the from clapham
Out on a common
That night I forgotten
When she out the rations
With some or other
I you are a lady
she said I may be

Left my by the soap
Now is love?
You cleaned me out you could say
Now is love?
The better better it gets
The more these girls
that is love

But behind the
My complete
And I feel like tell
Maid marian on her tiptoed
Pulling mussels a shell

(instrumental "separate beds")

The case was pulled from the bed
She made a call to a friend
And arrangements
The was closed there was a note
I be bothered
I'll choke
No engagements

With where you beens
And faraway
to be good
By not being
And in the bar
The piano man's
Another for my heart

If you change your mind
you do from time to time
Never chew a
With a slap and tickle
You to throw the stone
To get the to ripple

on the lino
Woke me with a
I looked to find her but she'd gone
Goodbye