Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For Love

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

And it's a whistle the man with the kindest hands
And a Norwegian name you say
You meet him in the street, tripping over own feet
He claims you anyway
Waiting for love, God your lack of grace

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

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

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

Whiter shade of is my best kept secret
It's the song that'll me back home
It's a picture in my of my own farm land
And the crops that I planted spring
When you're for love
You've got the finest life can

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

Waiting for