Luyện nghe bài hát Young Girl Blues

It's Saturday night, it like a Sunday in some ways.
If I had any I'd maybe go away for a few days.
Be that as it may, I can 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 hear degrading.

The flowers on my are wilting away in the midnight.
The book I am reading is one 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.

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

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

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