Luyện nghe bài hát Donald & Lydia

Small town, bright lights, Saturday
Pinballs and pool are flashing their lights
Making behind the counter in a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of and Ray

Lydia, hid her thoughts like a cat
Behind her small eyes sunk in her fat
She read romance magazines up in her
And felt just Sunday on Saturday afternoon

But dreaming comes natural
Like the first from a baby
Like sunshine daisies
Like the hidden deep in your heart

Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday
A warehouse of strangers with watt lights
Staring the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a PFC

Donald, there were spaces Donald and whatever he said
Strangers had him to live in his head
He envisioned the details of romantic
After in the stillness of the barracks latrine

But just comes natural
Like the first breath from a
Like sunshine feeding
Like the love hidden deep in heart

Hot love, love, no love at all
A portrait of guilt is hung on the
Nothing is wrong and nothing is
Donald and made love that night

Love, they made in the mountains, they made love in the streams
They made love in the valleys, they made love in dreams
But when they finished there was nothing to say
'Cause mostly they made love ten miles away

But just comes natural
the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine daisies
Like the hidden deep in your heart