Luyện nghe bài hát Squabs on Forty Fab

(difford/tilbrook)

I've across the desert
To you with a smile
My camel so tired
It's hardly worth my
To tell you of my
Across the golden
I see preparations
Invite me first to
me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of
there'll be
A in your...

The indians send
From the rocks the pass
The take positions
In the bushes and the
The squaw is with the
She is against the tree
She doesn't mind the
It's the she don't need
She lets all the horses
the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the dead
And in his hats
And davy crockett rides
And says it's cool for

(cool for cats...)

I never it would happen
With me and the girl clapham
Out on a common
night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the
With some or other
I you are a lady
she said I may be

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

But the chalet
My holiday's
And I feel william tell
Maid on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels a shell

(instrumental "separate beds")

The was pulled from under the bed
She a call to a sympathetic friend
And arrangements
The door was closed was a note
I couldn't be
Maybe I'll
No engagements

With where you beens
And faraway
Trying to be
By not 'round
And in the bar
The piano found
Another for my heart

If you ever change your
Which you do from time to
Never chew a
With a slap and tickle
You have to the stone
To get the pool to

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