Luyện nghe bài hát F - Hole

(difford/tilbrook)

I her name on a bar mat
She had a bonnet,
But a damsel figure
With her tongue to a trigger,
She seemed a total
Her all filled with filler,
Her a painting palette
I all her habits,
Sipped her snow poshly like a judge
But left her lipstick on her mug.
We watched other closely
She like bela lugosi,
She asked me for a home
I felt for my comb,
And in the bar room
I combed through her figure,
She wiggled the car park
the pit of my heart,
Sat herself me in my van
A on every finger of her hand.

She lived by the river
A the council give her,
Wallpaper very
Her very beatnik,
We watched the and weather
Then the door he entered,
Short sleeves and arms of
And me with my tie on,
She the lodger's used to this by now
I'd handled all the but not the cow.

Behind her sofa
I found back sober,
She an old acoustic
She ever used it,
A gift for me with a
A six with an f-hole,
We made the couple
A laurel and double,
I learnt to her favourite country songs
With one or two chords always wrong