Luyện nghe bài hát Young Girl Blues

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

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

The flowers on my stockings are wilting in the midnight.
The book I am reading is one opinion of moonlight.
My skin is so white, I'd maybe to go to bed soon,
my eyes, if I'm to rise up before noon.

High heels, car wheels, the are grooving.
My dream, seem images are moving.

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

on, milk gone, a sad light 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 ...