Luyện nghe bài hát Squabs on Forty Fab

(difford/tilbrook)

I've come the desert
To greet you a smile
My camel looks so
hardly worth my while
To you of my travels
Across the east
I see your
me first to feast
Take me I'm
Because are made of this
there'll be
A in your...

The indians signals
the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take
In the and the grass
The squaw is the corporal
She is against the tree
She mind the language
It's the beating she don't
She lets loose all the
When the is asleep
And he to find the fire's dead
And arrows in his
And davy crockett rides
And says it's cool for

(cool for cats...)

I never thought it happen
With me and the girl clapham
Out on a windy
That night I ain't
When she out the rations
With or other passions
I you are a lady
she said I may be

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

But the chalet
My complete
And I feel like william
Maid on her tiptoed feet
mussels from a shell

(instrumental "separate beds")

The case was from under the bed
She a call to a sympathetic friend
And arrangements
The door was closed there was a
I be bothered
Maybe I'll
No more

where have you beens
And faraway
Trying to be
By not 'round
And in the bar
The man's found
nail for my heart

If you ever change mind
Which you do from to time
Never chew a
With a little slap and
You have to throw the
To get the to ripple

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