Luyện nghe bài hát Tuesday

Woman of thirty, the sun
Packed up her suitcase, to run
Looking for someone, looking for
Pack up and drive

It was her birthday morning
Realization gradually
A man in a grey whispered, "I'm calling"
Pack up and away

Woman of thirty, husband and chained
a dog she had to rid
No in coping, off came the lid
Pack up and drive

Three miles of honesty dreaming
imagery is a gleaming
No shattered clouds were deeming
up and drive away

In her heart it wasn't
Mumbled words and dizzy
Reasons against excuses
slower she was losing
Dream was only dozing

awaken to the daydream
Just an illusion, broken
of thirty, there's no choice
I can't our helpless voice