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 you of my travels
Across the east
I see your
Invite me to feast
Take me I'm
Because dreams are made of
Forever be
A in your...

The indians signals
From the rocks above the
The take positions
In the and the grass
The is with the corporal
She is against the tree
She doesn't mind the
It's the she don't need
She lets loose all the
When the is asleep
And he wakes to 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 from clapham
Out on a common
That I ain't forgotten
When she out the rations
some or other passions
I you are a lady
Perhaps she I may be

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

But the chalet
My holiday's
And I like william tell
Maid marian on her feet
mussels from a shell

(instrumental "separate beds")

The was pulled from under the bed
She made a call to a sympathetic
And made
The door was closed there was a
I couldn't be
Maybe choke
No engagements

With where have you
And faraway
Trying to be
By not being
And in the bar
The piano found
Another for my heart

If you ever your mind
Which you do from time to
chew a pickle
With a little and tickle
You have to throw the
To get the pool to

on the lino
Woke me with a
I looked around to find her but gone
Goodbye