Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've been wearing in the strangest places
Just to make a come true
The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm for you
The breeze is blowing and my is growing
Forgotten everything my mother
The day is young and spring is and I'm waiting for you
Must you bring that horse in here 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 his colours were gone
I'm for the soldiers at the war, I'm waiting for a royal decision
I'm waiting for the sun to
I'm for a rumble from Jericho, waiting for the world to begin

I'm a bareback rider, I'm an outsider and to dance 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 divine this time of the year

I'm wailing for the angels to put on smiles
I'm waiting for the to come to trial
I'm waiting for the aeroplane, I'm waiting for the to open
I'm waiting to be sold in
I'm for a signal from the trapdoor queen
Waiting for the world to

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a farmer
I'm a goose to me don't say boo
Let the roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting 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 signs to point a way
I'm for God to take a holiday
I'm waiting for night in the
I'm waiting for the hills to steeper
I'm waiting for the man they Shine
I'm waiting for the Weeper to wake,
waiting for the world to

I'm off to market with an old straw 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 over the left we have that famed Oriental bass player
Miss Fenola (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 have time to devastate your synaesthesia
with one more searing chorus from Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.