Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

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

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

He brushes
He know she fresh breath
He to the station
He waits atop the

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

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

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

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

I'm a
I'm a

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