Luyện nghe bài hát Young Girl Blues

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

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

The on my stockings are wilting away 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,
Closing my eyes, if I'm to rise up noon.

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

My friends, they are making a pop star or two evening.
I know that scene backwards, they see the patterns they're weaving.
My friends they are models but I got over that one.
I sit in my one room, a little in London.

Coffee on, 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 ...