Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

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

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

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

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

When you gonna figure it

So you met him at a and you took him on home
And for the next six weeks you were alone.
you that 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 just to try to me."
But when those dreams led him out the
Decided you don't want to love him no more

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

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

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

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

When you gonna it out?

So you say you got hurt went to yourself another
Looking for a girlfriend, for a lover
Liked the way she smiled, the way she'd flirt
Liked the way she looked in that little skirt.

So you took her on home, thought the never end
But now there's too much time with her mother and
Shopping on the tv, talking on the
Leaving you to puzzle over alone

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

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

you gonna figure it out?