Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

Woman of thirty, the sun
Packed up her suitcase, to run
Looking for someone, for none
up and drive away

It was her birthday Tuesday
Realization dawning
A man in a grey whispered, "I'm calling"
up and drive away

Woman of thirty, and kids chained
a dog she had to rid
No in coping, off came the lid
Pack up and away

Three thousand of honesty dreaming
imagery is a gleaming
No more shattered clouds were
up and drive away

In her heart it easy
words and feeling dizzy
Reasons fight against
slower she was losing
Dream was stirring dozing

Eyelids to the daydream
Just an illusion, broken
of thirty, there's no choice
I can't help our helpless