Quay lại trang chủ | Luyện nghe Bài Hát

 Every time I think that I'm the only one who's 
 Someone calls on 
 And every now and then  spend my time in rhyme and verse
 And  those faults in me
 
 And then  comes Mary
 And does she want to give me kicks  and be my steady chick
 And  me pick of memories
 Or maybe rather gather  of all the fails and tribulations
 No  ever sees
 
 When we met I was sure out  lunch
 Now my empty cup  as sweet as the punch
 
 When vague desire  the fire in the eyes of chicks
 Whose sickness is  games they play
 And when the masquerade is  and neighbor folks make jokes
 As who is most  blame today
 
 And then  comes Mary
 And does  want to set them free, and let them see reality
 From where she got her 
 And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as 
 Will make  not the same
 
 When we  I was sure out to lunch
 Now my empty cup tastes as  as the punch
 
 And when the morning of the  passed, the gassed
 And flaccid kids are flung across  stars
  psychodramas and the traumas gone
 The songs  left unsung and hung upon the scars
 
 And then along comes 
 And does she  to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
 She  the night before
 Or will their waking eyes  the lies, and make them
 Realize  urgent cry for sight no more
 
 When we met  was sure out to lunch
 Now  empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch