Luyện nghe bài hát Washaway

Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an drain
But no amount of could ever shift a gravy stain

Washaway, washaway, washaway
Washaway, every dirty stain you get

lay deserted, no one feels exerted
Sat on their couches loose change in their pouches
They couldn't it if they tried, oh no

In Mr. Softee dressed up like and ice cream cone
Ringing for his supper, heading for a home
But a thousand Yorkshire puddings, couldn't his business boom

Washaway, washaway, washerette
Washaway, washaway dirty stain you get

See how they wander to kill time in droves squander
Money in centers that on the mind, oh bother
It just gets you

Washaway, washaway, washerette
Business as usual at the launderette

Washaway, washaway, washaway, the dirt
Washaway, washaway, wash it, it, wash it
Wash it, wash it, wash it, the dirt