Luyện nghe bài hát Vanity Fair

She left her school for the
From pocket money to a
From a pac-a-mac to a compact
And every morning she inspects her

She discovers pulling in pubs
That the good looks never cover up for
Her in takin' the stock
Sees her reflection in a butchers

She it all quite rare
her meats all vanity fair
She it all quite rare
That her meats all fair

She has her eyes on men
That get her on the dot at ten
She combs her hair she gets excused
The deal she wants always up screwed

Paints her nails on the bathroom
Gargles her breath a landed whale
Her is as deep as her skin
Keeps her eyebrows in a tin

She poses on the chair
shy but vanity fair
She poses foot on the
Coconut shy but vanity

In her vanity case, her compact
In her case, her eyes, not bad for a sister
But her fair and her sense of humors dry

She comes home late with another screw
She swears to have had just a juice
asleep fully clothed in her bed
With her remover by her head

And she might not be all
But her all vanity fair
She not be all there
But her dreams all fair