Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For You

I've been wearing faces in the places
Just to make a dream come
The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm for you
The breeze is blowing and my hair is
Forgotten everything my mother
The day is young and spring is sprung and I'm for you
Must you bring that in here Miss Jones
(although your do look terrific)
Yes they all come out of the sky you know

I'm waiting for the dove never came home
I'm waiting for the painter when his colours were
I'm waiting for the soldiers at the war, I'm for a royal decision
I'm for the sun to snore
I'm waiting for a rumble from Jericho, waiting for the to begin

I'm a bareback rider, I'm an outsider and love to the boogaloo
I'm a turnip head, I'm a lately wed and I'm for you

More tea (Hold that tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look divine time of the year

I'm wailing for the angels to put on their
I'm for the judges to come to trial
I'm waiting for the aeroplane, I'm waiting for the graves to
I'm waiting to be sold in
I'm waiting for a signal the trapdoor queen
Waiting for the world to

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava
I'm a to me don't ever say boo
Let the universe roll, I'm a soul and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so when you play it me like that..
(that tiger really want to be held)

I'm waiting for the to point a different way
I'm for God to take a holiday
I'm for night in the mine
I'm waiting for the to grow steeper
I'm for the man they call Shine
I'm waiting for the Weeper to wake,
waiting for the to begin

I'm off to market with an old straw basket singing
Green cloth to in the spring, in the April breezes how it will blow
I'm going to to you now the
personalities who compose the Jim Spiggatt Quart.
there on my left we have Miss Cynthia de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
mandoline, and just a little further over the left we have that famed bass player
Miss Fenola Bumgarner (first in captivity folks!)
On the batterie and coterie we
have that known bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to devastate your synaesthesia
with one searing chorus from Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.