Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Crazy Hours

It was somethin' as as makin' the bed
That kicked off the inside her head
She was the sheet with the palm of her hand
the thought struck home, I don't know who I am

And she sat legged on the bedroom floor
And thought there's three people in this
That don't need me
And she cried a baby in a pile of dirty clothes

Oh, should I be carefree? Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend mom?
And the was buzzin', and the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to call her

It was as simple as just checkin' in
To cheap motel out on Highway 10
Was it the sting of leavin' or usin' her maiden
That took all of the fun out of runnin'
And she like a baby in the tub of room 5

Oh, should I be more Should I be more sexy?
Should I be friend than mom?
And her head was buzzin', and the TV was
And she to call her husband

It was somethin' as simple as up the kids
That her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark side of the
And she had to keep it to
She grabbed a bucket of for supper

Oh, but she looked carefree, and she looked more sexy
And she looked more friend mom
The table talk, it was buzzin', and the TV, it was
And all sat and laughed at each other

It was somethin' as simple as not up
And crazy hours in the story of love