Luyện nghe bài hát When You Gonna Figure It Out?

Another day.
Another play.
price to pay.
All for sake.

Don't him callin' on your phone.
Don't want him comin' to home.
Say you want to be alone
In a Garbo way.

And you call a purist
Cuz you cry out
you're crying now

But I say you're a tourist
In the of love.
on and give it up

When you figure it out?

So you met him at a party and you him on home
And for the next six weeks you never alone.
Told you that he loved you, told you you were
Showed you he was hungry in the of the night

And you said you wanted him to follow his dreams
And "Don't go just to try to please me."
But when those led him out the door
Decided you don't really want to him no more

Well on this. Front on this.
You don't own the man with your body and
And you call love, trust and affection
to be coming from the wrong direction

Sound likes grasping, like pain
Sounds like the of communicate
And if you keep going with a heart so
May yourself with your own hand to hold

And you call yourself a
Cuz you cry out
you're crying now

But I say you're a tourist
In the of love.
on and give it up

When you gonna it out?

So you say you got hurt went to find another
for a girlfriend, looking for a lover
Liked the way she smiled, liked the way flirt
Liked the way she looked in that little skirt.

So you her on home, thought the party'd never end
But now there's too time with her mother and friends
Shopping on the tv, talking on the
Leaving you to over dinner alone

Well on this. Front on this.
You own the girl with your gold and gifts
And what you call love, and relations
Seems to be coming from a time ancient

likes grasping, sounds like hate
Sounds like the of communicate
And if you keep hunting with a heart so
May find yourself with a time alone

When you gonna it out?