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 go away for a few days.
Be as it may, I can only say I am lonely,
I am but a girl, working my way through the phonies.

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

The flowers on my stockings are wilting in the midnight.
The book I am is one man's opinion of moonlight.
My skin is so white, I'd like 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 images are moving.

My friends, they are a pop star or two every evening.
I know that scene backwards, they can't see the they're weaving.
My they are models but I soon got over that 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 ...