Luyện nghe bài hát The Short Answer

Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary was Mary
Between the blue sea and the devil that was me
If ever anyone could help me my obsession with
The young Suzannah York, it was

In my pink pajamas she asked me for
I gave her the short
She read our stars out
And I knew that we should have gone sailing
But we stayed instead fighting on the water bed
Like a honeymoon on drugs, me and Mary

happened in the past
Remained a of natural history
She should been the last
But she was the latest
If she to be a farmer's wife
I would that muddy life
I dig for victory

And the sound of couples
happily in the dark
While you and I sat to tea
I remember you to me
That no of poetry
mend this broken heart
But you can put the 'round
If you to make a start

All my from school
me to their spouses
While I'm left here
With my down, the front of my trousers
I just don't know what's to be
I wonder how did Dad meet Mum
And how did they of me
my Mary

The who came to the shop
Always her laugh much more than I did
When I told her this must
She bat an eyelid
She said, "You know, honey, such a shame
You'll never be any good at this
You too easily", so said Mary

Her two took me out
Of circulation for the
So we our separate ways
But does she still me
She has my door key
a bully boy in a Benetton shop
You're never happy what you've got
Till what you've got is gone, sorry

So girl, could be better

The brown girl