Luyện nghe bài hát The Color of Your Eyes

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

He me of you
Its and yet
How can he really remind me of
That never met

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

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

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

He made it seem like I'd known him long ago
Laughed at my
Though they scarcely apropos
I'm feeling more like a girl and less a child

Oh what a man I'll forget
But really the only man I've met
Then he took the
And I heaved a
And Julia got angry cause he left without saying goodbye

And P.S. it's and I can't get to sleep
So lay out my soul on the line
What do I care if there's blue in his
If someday looking into mine

One day
You'll be into mine