Luyện nghe bài hát The Color of Your Eyes

He me of you
In much days
Softly, and set in his ways

He me of you
Its and yet
How can he really me of someone
That 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 went for tea at an cafe
Oh and his eyes are both by the way
We talked and we
You should have 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 you'd been us too
And I the color of your eyes

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

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

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

One day
You'll be looking mine