Luyện nghe bài hát Thanks for The Memories

Thanks for the
Of things I forget, journeys on a jet
Our week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How I was

And for the memory
Of summers by the sea, in Waikiki
We had a pad in London, but we didn't for tea
How it was

Now our breakup, I wake up
Alone on a gray morning
I long for the sound of laughter
And I see the laugh's on me

But, for the memory
Of every a thrill, I've been through the mill
I've lived a lot and a lot, you loved me not and still
I you so much

Thanks for the
Of how we to jog even in a fog
That barbecue in Malibu, away from all the
How it was

for the memory
Of letters I destroyed, that we enjoyed
the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud
How he was

are those evenings on Broadway
Together go to a great show
But now I begin the Late Show
And that you were watching, too

I know it's a
That men never cry, baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses but that roses die
And thank you so