Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For Love

Life is full of finer things, lost and found in the dark
a dog by the highway who said, "Goin' my way?"
Now, he lives in own backyard
Waiting for love, you came along and fit the

And a whistle from the man with the kindest hands
And a Norwegian name you say
You him in the street, tripping over your own feet
He you still anyway
Waiting for love, God forgives your of grace

And I must know from my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for love to start day
may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty
Yet they are for love and that's enough to fill our days

It's the heartworn jokes of your dear
And the laughter in your own mother's
It's that plane blowin' in with your loved one
Who you've ached for in your apart
When you're for love, life's a thread of paths to cross

And everyone I must know from my bowl to the city
Is for love to start another day
may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty
Yet they are waiting for and that's enough to fill our days

Whiter shade of pale is my kept secret
It's the song that'll sail me back
It's a picture in my hand of my own land
And the that I planted last spring
When you're for love
You've got the life can bring

And everyone I know from my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for to start another day
They may be shy of heart or their pockets empty
Yet are waiting for love and that's enough to fill our days
Oh, when you're waiting for love, you've got enough to fill days

for love