Luyện nghe bài hát Squabs on Forty Fab

(difford/tilbrook)

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

The send signals
From the above the pass
The cowboys take
In the and the grass
The squaw is the corporal
She is tied against the
She mind the language
the beating she don't need
She loose all the horses
the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the dead
And arrows in his
And davy crockett rides
And says cool for cats

(cool for cats...)

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

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

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

(instrumental "separate beds")

The case was pulled under the bed
She made a call to a friend
And arrangements
The door was closed there was a
I be bothered
I'll choke
No more

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

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

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