Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

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

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

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

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

I'm wailing for the angels to put on smiles
I'm waiting for the judges to come to
I'm waiting for the aeroplane, I'm waiting for the to open
I'm to be sold in chains
I'm waiting for a signal from the queen
Waiting for the to begin

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a farmer
I'm a goose to me ever say boo
Let the universe roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm for you
Oh it sounds so sweet when you it me like that..
(that tiger doesn't want to be held)

I'm waiting for the to point a different way
I'm waiting for God to a holiday
I'm waiting for in the mine
I'm waiting for the hills to grow
I'm waiting for the man they Shine
I'm waiting for the Weeper to wake,
waiting for the world to

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