Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

She cooks you sweet potato, you don't aubergine
She knows to boil the 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 the psychic
That she longs to be to you

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

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

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

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

Now my dialog is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be
I hate 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 the stranger meekly, a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely, she's glad they met
They each other's hands, walk into the sunset
Do you like sweet