Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

Another day.
Another play.
Another to pay.
All for sake.

Don't want him callin' on phone.
Don't want him comin' to home.
Say you want to be alone
In a Garbo way.

And you call yourself a
Cuz you cry out
you're crying now

But I say you're a tourist
In the of love.
on and give it up

When you gonna it out?

So you met him at a party and you him on home
And for the next six weeks you never alone.
Told you he loved you, told you you were right
Showed you he was hungry in the of the night

And you said you always wanted him to his dreams
And "Don't go changing to try to please me."
But when those dreams led him out the
Decided you don't want to love him no more

Well front on this. on this.
You own the man with your body and bliss
And what you call love, and affection
Seems to be coming from the wrong

likes grasping, sounds like pain
Sounds the opposite of communicate
And if you keep going with a heart so
May find yourself with your own hand to

And you call yourself a
Cuz you cry out
Like you're now

But I say just a tourist
In the of love.
Come on and it up

When you gonna figure it

So you say you got hurt went to find another
Looking for a girlfriend, looking for a
the way she smiled, liked the way she'd flirt
Liked the way she in that little black skirt.

So you took her on home, the party'd never end
But now there's too much time with her and friends
Shopping on the tv, on the phone
Leaving you to over dinner alone

front on this. Front on this.
You don't own the girl with gold and gifts
And what you love, trust and relations
Seems to be coming a time more ancient

Sound grasping, sounds like hate
like the opposite of communicate
And if you keep hunting with a so cold
May find yourself with a life alone

When you gonna it out?