Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

Woman of thirty, the sun
up her suitcase, started to run
Looking for someone, looking for
Pack up and away

It was her Tuesday morning
Realization dawning
A man in a suit whispered, "I'm calling"
Pack up and away

of thirty, husband and kids chained
a dog she had to rid
No point in coping, off the lid
Pack up and drive

Three thousand miles of dreaming
imagery is a gleaming
No more clouds were deeming
Pack up and drive

In her it wasn't easy
Mumbled words and dizzy
fight against excuses
Driving slower she was
Dream was only dozing

awaken to the daydream
Just an illusion, sunshine
of thirty, there's no choice
I can't help our voice