Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

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

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

He brushes
He know she likes fresh
He to the station
He waits atop the

He's brought him a Mars bar
She not buy Nestle
And later he'll
A love serenade, a trade

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

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

Now my inner 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 berate for staying

I'm a
I'm a

He greets the stranger meekly, a thing she accepts
She sees him waiting often with on the steps
He she is lonely, she's glad they finally met
They take each hands, walk into the sunset
Do you sweet potatoes?