Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

She cooks you potato, you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from
She senses you are but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits, anticipating your thoughts

How can she the psychic
That she longs to be to you
How can she become the
she longs to be to understand you

He brushes
He know she fresh breath
He to the station
He waits the steps

He's brought with him a bar
She not buy Nestle
And later perform
A love serenade, a trade

How can he become the
he longs to be to understand you
How can he become the
That he longs to be to you

So give her information to her fill the holes
Give an ounce of power so he not feel controlled
Help her to the pain that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your

Now my dialog is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a and I need to be caressed
I hate that you me, I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm failing and placating, I myself for staying

I'm a
I'm a

He greets the meekly, a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely, she's glad they met
They take each hands, walk into the sunset
Do you like sweet