Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've been wearing faces in the places
Just to a dream come true
The dawn is sweet but incomplete and l'm waiting for you
The breeze is blowing and my hair is
Forgotten everything my knew
The day is young and spring is and I'm waiting for you
Must you bring 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 came
I'm waiting for the painter when his colours were
I'm waiting for the at the war, I'm waiting for a royal decision
I'm for the sun to snore
I'm waiting for a rumble from Jericho, waiting for the to begin

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

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

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

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava
I'm a goose to me ever say boo
Let the roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so when you play it me like that..
(that tiger really want to be held)

I'm waiting for the to point a different way
I'm waiting for God to a holiday
I'm for night in the mine
I'm waiting for the to grow steeper
I'm waiting for the man call Shine
I'm for Willie 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 will
I'm going to to you now the
personalities who compose the Jim 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 that Oriental bass player
Fenola Bumgarner (first time in captivity folks!)
On the batterie and coterie we
have that well bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to devastate synaesthesia
one more searing chorus from Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.