Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

She cooks you sweet potato, you like aubergine
She to boil the kettle when you hum bars from Grease
She senses you are lonely but still she be sure
And so she stands and waits, stands your thoughts

How can she become the
she longs to be to understand you
How can she the psychic
That she to be to understand you

He brushes
He she likes fresh breath
He to the station
He atop the steps

He's brought with him a bar
She not buy Nestle
And later he'll
A lorn serenade, a trade

How can he become the
he longs to be to understand you
How can he the psychic
That he to be to understand you

So give her to help her fill the holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel
Help her to acknowledge the that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that your skin

Now my dialog is heaving with detest
I am a and a victim and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at and call
I'm failing and placating, I berate myself for

I'm a
I'm a

He greets the stranger meekly, a thing that she
She sees him waiting often chocolate on the steps
He she is lonely, she's glad they finally met
take each other's hands, walk into the sunset
Do you like sweet