Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

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

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

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

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

When you figure 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 that he loved you, told you you right
Showed you he was hungry in the of the night

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

Well on this. Front on this.
You don't own the man with your body and
And what you call love, trust and
to be coming from the wrong direction

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

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

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

When you gonna figure it

So you say you got hurt went to yourself 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, thought the party'd end
But now there's too much time her mother and friends
Shopping on the tv, talking on the
you to puzzle over dinner alone

Well on this. Front on this.
You own the girl with your gold and gifts
And what you call love, and relations
Seems to be coming from a more ancient

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

When you gonna it out?