Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've wearing faces in the strangest places
to make a dream 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 knew
The day is young and is sprung and I'm waiting for you
you bring that horse in here Miss Jones
(although snowshoes do look terrific)
Yes all come from out of the sky you know

I'm waiting for the dove that came home
I'm waiting for the painter when his colours 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 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 head, I'm a lately wed and I'm waiting for you

More tea vicar? (Hold tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look divine this 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 in chains
I'm waiting for a from the trapdoor queen
Waiting for the 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 and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so sweet when you it me like that..
(that really 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 hills to grow
I'm for the man they call Shine
I'm waiting for Willie the to wake,
waiting for the world to

I'm off to market with an old straw singing dodeodeodo
Green to wear in the spring, in the April breezes how it will blow
I'm to introduce to you now the
personalities who compose the Jim Occult Quart.
Over there on my left we have Miss de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
mandoline, and just a little further over the we have that famed Oriental bass player
Miss Fenola (first time in captivity folks!)
On the pounding batterie and we
have that well known bricklayer's from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we have time to devastate your synaesthesia
with one more searing chorus Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.