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 to your home.
Say you want to be alone
In a Garbo way.

And you call a purist
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 figure it out?

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

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

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

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

And you call yourself a
Cuz you cry out
Like crying now

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

When you gonna it out?

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

So you took her on home, thought the party'd end
But now there's too much time with her mother and
on the tv, talking on the phone
Leaving you to puzzle over dinner

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

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

When you gonna figure it