Luyện nghe bài hát Working Girl

Paroles de Tim RICE - de Michel BERGER
I never planned my round
I've never loved the common
I don't rebel, I don't
often laughed, I've often wept
An ordinary working
There was a man he found
The things that I to ask
Involved him in a more
what he came to see me for
Oh so naive the girl
One day show him
And all the too
him
And have all I'm due
Very
Where do I go until ?
do I do meantime ?
Back to the bar, I'm late
and over again
I myself that I'm
Happy to stay here - I can
There are those who you
let them tell you
This is all there is,
I do not them
I shall my moment
Any now - or never
The working girl is and more
She away behind the mask
She let her spirits die
That does not mean she not cry
When all her fly out the door
An ordinary working
We never plan our round
We do not the common task
But we find survival odd
call it luck, some call it God
I it both feet on the ground
An ordinary girl
On day show them
And they'll all let me
them
I'll all that I'm due
soon
Where do I go until ?
What do I do ?
Back to the bar, I'm late
Over and over
I myself that I'm
Happy to here - I can wait
I know I'll have my day
I will never hear words again
Working
girl