Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've been wearing faces in the strangest
to make a dream come true
The is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm waiting for you
The breeze is blowing and my is growing
everything 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 from out of the sky you

I'm waiting for the that never came home
I'm waiting for the painter when his were gone
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 Jericho, waiting for the world to begin

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 (Hold that tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look divine time of the year

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

I'm a charmer, I'm a guava farmer
I'm a goose to me don't 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 really want to be held)

I'm waiting for the signs to a different way
I'm waiting for God to take a
I'm for night in the mine
I'm waiting for the hills to grow
I'm waiting for the man call Shine
I'm waiting for the Weeper to wake,
for the world to begin

I'm off to market with an old straw basket singing
Green cloth to wear in the spring, in the April breezes how it 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 toned
mandoline, and just a little further over the left we have that famed Oriental bass
Fenola Bumgarner (first time in captivity folks!)
On the pounding batterie and we
have well known bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to your synaesthesia
with one more searing chorus Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.