Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

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

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

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

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

In her heart it easy
Mumbled and feeling dizzy
fight against excuses
Driving she was losing
Dream was stirring dozing

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