Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

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

It was her Tuesday morning
gradually 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 miles of honesty
Perfect is a gleaming
No shattered clouds were deeming
Pack up and away

In her heart it wasn't
Mumbled words and feeling
fight against excuses
Driving slower she was
Dream was stirring dozing

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