Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

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

I'm waiting for the that never came home
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 from Jericho, for the world to begin

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

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

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

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

I'm waiting for the signs to point a way
I'm for God to take a holiday
I'm waiting for night in the
I'm for the hills to grow steeper
I'm waiting for the man they call
I'm waiting for the Weeper to wake,
waiting for the to begin

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