Luyện nghe bài hát Young Girl Blues

It's night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways.
If I had any sense I'd go away for a few days.
Be that as it may, I can say I am lonely,
I am but a girl, working my way through the phonies.

Coffee on, gone, a sad light by fading,
I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading.

The flowers on my are wilting away in the midnight.
The book I am reading is one man's of moonlight.
My skin is so white, I'd like to go to bed soon,
Closing my eyes, if I'm to up before noon.

heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving.
My dream, strange seem are moving.

My friends, they are making a pop or two every evening.
I know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns weaving.
My friends are models but I soon got over that one.
I sit in my one room, a little in London.

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad by fading,
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear degrading.

La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la.
La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la.
La la la la, la la la la la ...