🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Cherry - Amy Winehouse

 Her name  Cherry.
 We've  met,
 But already she knows me  than you.
 She  me, after 18 years,
 But you  don't see me like you ought to do.
 Maybe we  talk bout things if
 You was made of wood and 
 While  love her every sound,
 I don't know  to turn you down,
  you're so thick and my pages are thin,
 So  got me a new best friend
 With a pick-up  puts you to shame,
  Cherry is her name.
 And  I'm lonely
 Cherry's there
 And she plays along  I sing out my blues
 I could  crying,
 And you don't 
 You won't call me back, you're stubborn  a mule.
 May-be we  talk bout things if
 You was  of wood and strings.
 You  think I've
 Gone  far
 I'm talking 
  new guitar.