Luyện nghe bài hát The Color of Your Eyes

He me of you
In younger days
Softly, eccentric and set in his

He me of you
Its and yet
How can he really me of someone
I've never met

And P.S. I wish you and I could be friends
Wouldn't that be a surprise
Cause P.S. how to be writing to you
If I the color of your eyes

We for tea at an outdoor cafe
Oh and his are both blue by the way
We talked and we
You should been there
And then he on about Melville and Whitman
I'm on air

And P.S. I blushed when he his arm
And we walked under fair weather
And oh how I wish that been with us too
And I the color of your eyes

He made it seem like I'd known him from ago
at my jokes
Though scarcely seemed apropos
I'm feeling more like a girl and less like a

Oh what a man I'll never
But the only man I've ever met
Then he the train
And I a sigh
And Julia got angry cause he left without saying goodbye

And P.S. it's late and I get to sleep
So lay out my soul on the line
What do I care if there's in his eyes
If someday you're into mine

One day
You'll be into mine