Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

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

Don't want him on your phone.
Don't him comin' to your home.
Say you just 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 gonna it out?

So you met him at a and you took him on home
And for the next six you were never alone.
Told you that he 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 changing just to try to 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 don't own the man with body and bliss
And what you call love, trust and
to be coming from the wrong direction

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

And you call 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 gonna figure it

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

So you took her on home, 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 over dinner alone

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

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

When you gonna it out?