Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

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

I'm waiting for the dove that never came
I'm waiting for the painter when his colours gone
I'm waiting for the soldiers at the war, I'm waiting for a decision
I'm waiting for the sun to
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 dance the
I'm a turnip head, I'm a lately wed and I'm for you

More tea (Hold that tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look this time of the year

I'm for the angels to put on their smiles
I'm waiting for the judges to to trial
I'm for the aeroplane, I'm waiting for the graves to open
I'm to be sold in chains
I'm waiting for a from the trapdoor queen
Waiting for the world to

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava
I'm a goose to me ever say boo
Let the universe roll, I'm a simple 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 for God to take a holiday
I'm waiting for night in the
I'm waiting for the hills to grow
I'm waiting for the man they Shine
I'm for Willie the Weeper to wake,
waiting for the to begin

I'm off to market with an old 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 Spiggatt Quart.
there on my left we have 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 Fenola (first time in captivity folks!)
On the batterie and coterie we
have that well known bricklayer's from Pilton,
Mr Jack and perhaps we just have time to devastate your synaesthesia
with one more searing chorus from Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.