Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

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

It was her birthday morning
gradually dawning
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 point in coping, off the lid
Pack up and away

thousand miles of honesty dreaming
Perfect imagery is a
No more shattered were deeming
Pack up and drive

In her it wasn't easy
Mumbled words and feeling
Reasons against excuses
slower she was losing
Dream was stirring only

Eyelids to the daydream
Just an illusion, sunshine
Woman of thirty, there's no
I help our helpless voice