Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

It was somethin' as simple as the bed
That off the voice inside her head
She was smoothin' the with the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home, I don't who I am

And she sat cross legged on the bedroom
And thought there's three people in house
That don't need me
And she cried like a baby in a pile of clothes

Oh, I be more carefree? Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend mom?
And the was buzzin', and the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to call her

It was somethin' as simple as checkin' in
To that cheap out on Highway 10
Was it the sting of leavin' or her maiden name
That took all of the fun out of away?
And she like a baby in the tub of room 5

Oh, should I be more carefree? Should I be more
Should I be friend than mom?
And her head was buzzin', and the TV was
And she to call her husband

It was somethin' as as pickin' up the kids
That her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark side of the
And she had to keep it to
She a bucket of chicken for supper

Oh, but she more carefree, and she looked more sexy
And she looked friend than mom
The table talk, it was buzzin', and the TV, it was
And all sat and laughed at each other

It was somethin' as simple as not up
And eight crazy in the story of love