Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

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

want him callin' on your phone.
Don't him comin' to your home.
Say you just want to be
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.
Come on and it up

When you gonna it out?

So you met him at a and you took 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 changing just to try to me."
But those dreams led him out the door
Decided you really want to love him no more

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

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

And you yourself 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 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 little black skirt.

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

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

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

When you figure it out?