Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

She cooks you potato, you don't like aubergine
She knows to the kettle when you hum bars from Grease
She senses you are lonely but she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits, anticipating your thoughts

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

He thoroughly
He know she likes breath
He rushes to the
He waits the steps

He's brought him a Mars bar
She will not buy
And later perform
A lorn serenade, a trade

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

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

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

I'm a
I'm a

He the stranger meekly, a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often with on the steps
He senses she is lonely, she's glad they met
They take each other's hands, into the sunset
Do you like potatoes?