Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

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

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

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

Three thousand miles of dreaming
Perfect imagery is a
No shattered clouds were deeming
Pack up and away

In her heart it wasn't
words and feeling dizzy
Reasons against excuses
Driving slower she was
Dream was stirring only

awaken to the daydream
Just an illusion, broken
Woman of thirty, no choice
I can't help our voice