Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

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

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

And you call a purist
Cuz you cry out
Like you're 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 him on home
And for the next six weeks you were alone.
Told you that he loved you, you you were right
Showed you he was hungry in the of the night

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

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

Sound grasping, sounds like pain
like the opposite of communicate
And if you going with a heart 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 just a tourist
In the of love.
on and give it up

When you gonna figure it

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

So you her on home, thought the party'd never end
But now there's too much with her mother and friends
on the tv, talking on the phone
Leaving you to puzzle dinner alone

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

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

When you figure it out?