Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've been faces in the strangest places
Just to make a dream come
The dawn is sweet but it's and l'm waiting for you
The is blowing and my hair is growing
Forgotten everything my mother
The day is and spring is sprung and I'm waiting for you
Must you 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 dove never came home
I'm waiting for the painter when his colours were
I'm for the soldiers 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 rider, I'm an outsider and love to dance 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 time of the year

I'm wailing for the angels to put on their
I'm waiting for the judges to to trial
I'm waiting for the aeroplane, I'm waiting for the graves to
I'm waiting to be sold in
I'm waiting for a signal from the queen
for the world to begin

I'm a charmer, I'm a guava 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 so sweet when you play 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 take a
I'm waiting for in the mine
I'm waiting for the to grow steeper
I'm for the man they call Shine
I'm waiting for Willie the to wake,
for the world to begin

I'm off to market with an old straw basket 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 Spiggatt Quart.
Over there on my left we have Cynthia de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
mandoline, and just a little further over the we have that famed Oriental bass player
Miss Fenola Bumgarner (first in captivity folks!)
On the pounding and coterie we
have that known bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to devastate synaesthesia
with one more searing chorus from Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.