Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've been faces in the strangest places
Just to make a dream true
The is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm waiting for you
The breeze is and my hair 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 your 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 his colours 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 from Jericho, waiting for the world to begin

I'm a rider, I'm an outsider and love to dance the boogaloo
I'm a turnip head, I'm a lately wed and I'm 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 smiles
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 signal the trapdoor 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 roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so sweet when you play it me that..
(that tiger really doesn't 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 steeper
I'm waiting for the man 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
who compose the Jim Spiggatt Occult Quart.
Over there on my we have Miss Cynthia de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
mandoline, and just a little further over the left we have that Oriental bass player
Miss 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 devastate your
with one more searing chorus from Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. all.