Luyện nghe bài hát Someone Else's Bell

(difford/tilbrook)

We talk each other
On our wrap couch,
And out all the romance
In our little house.
I never fit the
And she sews the threads,
And so we our feelings
In people's beds.
And if the seems greener,
But it turns out to be
The garden of isn't quite the place for you.
Don't be surprised if I'm gone the spell,
Of other witches' wand
Ringing else's bell.

Meeting on the
Your boy blue,
up the windows
With your last of youth.
you think I see it
Your full of notes,
I'm feeling like the punch
In private joke.

Our don't seem to contact
Never to say,
Except perhaps me
Or me the ashtray.
I see him for you
As you go off to work,
I'm to draw conclusions
I button up my shirt.