Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

She cooks you potato, you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars Grease
She senses you are but still 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 brushes
He know she likes breath
He to the station
He waits atop the

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

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

So give her information to help her fill the
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 beneath skin

Now my inner dialog is heaving detest
I am a and a victim 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 for staying

I'm a
I'm a

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