Luyện nghe bài hát Squabs on Forty Fab

(difford/tilbrook)

I've across the desert
To greet you with a
My camel so tired
It's hardly worth my
To you of my travels
Across the east
I see your
Invite me first to
me I'm yours
Because dreams are of this
Forever be
A in your...

The indians send
From the rocks the pass
The cowboys positions
In the and the grass
The squaw is the corporal
She is tied against the
She doesn't mind the
It's the beating she need
She lets all the horses
When the corporal is
And he wakes to the fire's dead
And in his hats
And davy crockett rides
And says it's cool for

(cool for cats...)

I never it would happen
With me and the girl from
Out on a windy
That night I forgotten
When she out the rations
some or other passions
I said you are a
Perhaps she I may be

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

But behind the
My holiday's
And I feel like tell
Maid marian on her feet
Pulling mussels a shell

(instrumental "separate beds")

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

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

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

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