Luyện nghe bài hát Squabs on Forty Fab

(difford/tilbrook)

I've come the desert
To you with a smile
My camel so tired
It's hardly my while
To you of my travels
Across the golden
I see your
Invite me first to
me I'm yours
Because are made of this
Forever be
A in your...

The indians signals
From the rocks above the
The take positions
In the bushes and the
The squaw is with the
She is tied the tree
She mind the language
It's the beating she don't
She lets all the horses
When the is asleep
And he wakes to the fire's dead
And in his hats
And davy crockett rides
And says it's for cats

(cool for cats...)

I thought it would happen
With me and the girl clapham
Out on a common
That night I forgotten
When she out the rations
some or other passions
I you are a lady
Perhaps she I may be

my ring by the soap
Now is love?
You me out you could say broke
Now is that
The better better it gets
The these girls forget
that is love

But the chalet
My complete
And I like william tell
Maid marian on her feet
Pulling from a shell

(instrumental "separate beds")

The case was pulled from the bed
She made a call to a friend
And made
The door was closed there was a
I be bothered
Maybe choke
No engagements

where have you beens
And faraway
Trying to be
By not 'round
And in the bar
The man's found
nail for my heart

If you ever change your
Which you do from to time
Never a pickle
a little slap and tickle
You to throw the stone
To get the to ripple

Sunlight on the
Woke me a shake
I looked around to her but she'd gone
Goodbye