Luyện nghe bài hát Deny, Deny, Deny

That wasn't me at a quarter to
in our backyard
Tearin' up the and the home grown tomatoes
In my new car
Those bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the
Well, I don't know where came from
It be burglars in the neighborhood
I hope they catch those bums

I know you've got your own version of the
There's only three left now I can do
Deny, deny,

Well I was dropped by a truck stop waitress
At our door
Now who you believe, your sweet lovin' daddy
Or lyin' eyes of yours
That lipstick on my collar, that you this mornin'
Well that's not at all
I was just in a to get back to you honey
Had myself a fall

Oh, yeah you've got own version of the truth
There's only things left now I can do
Deny, deny,

Oh, please don't the phone
Hey, ain't it great home and alone like this
That cigarette voice for her big boy
Why should I know who is
Yeah I know it bad
But lookin' at a victim of a circumstance or two
Oh, what is it now seems like
I do pleases you

I you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things now I can do
Deny, deny,

Oh, deny, deny,