Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've wearing faces in the strangest places
Just to a dream come true
The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm for you
The breeze is and my hair is growing
everything my mother knew
The day is young and is sprung and I'm waiting for you
you bring that horse in here Miss Jones
(although your snowshoes do terrific)
Yes they all come from out of the sky you

I'm waiting for the dove that never came
I'm for the painter when his colours were gone
I'm waiting for the soldiers at the war, I'm waiting for a royal
I'm for the sun to snore
I'm waiting for a rumble Jericho, waiting for the world to begin

I'm a bareback rider, I'm an outsider and to dance the boogaloo
I'm a turnip head, I'm a wed and I'm waiting for you

tea vicar? (Hold that tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look this time of the year

I'm wailing for the to put on their smiles
I'm for the judges to come to trial
I'm waiting for the aeroplane, I'm for the graves to open
I'm waiting to be sold in
I'm waiting for a signal from the trapdoor
Waiting for the world to

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava
I'm a to me don't ever say boo
Let the roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so sweet when you play it me that..
(that tiger really doesn't to be held)

I'm for the signs to point a different way
I'm for God to take a holiday
I'm waiting for in the mine
I'm waiting for the hills to steeper
I'm waiting for the man they call
I'm waiting for Willie the to wake,
waiting for the world to

I'm off to market with an old straw singing dodeodeodo
Green cloth to wear in the spring, in the April how it will blow
I'm going to to you now the
personalities who the Jim Spiggatt Occult Quart.
Over there on my we have Miss Cynthia de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
mandoline, and just a little further over the left we have that Oriental bass player
Miss Fenola Bumgarner (first in captivity folks!)
On the pounding batterie and we
have that well bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to your synaesthesia
with one searing chorus from Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.