🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Cherry - Amy Winehouse

 Her name  Cherry.
 We've just 
 But already she  me better than you.
 She understands me,  18 years,
 But you still don't see me like you ought  do.
 Maybe we could talk  things if
 You was made of wood and 
 While I  her every sound,
 I don't know how to  you down,
 And  so thick and my pages are thin,
 So  got me a new best friend
 With a pick-up  puts you to shame,
  Cherry is her name.
 And when  lonely
 Cherry's there
 And she plays along while I sing out  blues
 I could  crying,
  you don't care
 You won't call  back, you're stubborn as a mule.
 May-be we could talk bout things 
 You was made of wood  strings.
  might think I've
  too far
 I'm  bout
 My new