🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Put Your Record On - Corinne Bailey Rae

 Three little birds, sat  my window.
 And they  me I don't need to worry.
 Summer came  cinnamon
 So sweet,
 Little girls double-dutch on  concrete.
 
 Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong,  it's alright
 The more things seem to change, the more they  the same
 Oh, don't you 
 
 Girl,  your records on, tell me your favorite song
 You  ahead, let your hair down
  and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
  go ahead, let your hair down.
 
 You're gonna find yourself somewhere, 
 
 Blue as the sky,  and lonely,
 Sipping tea in the bar by the  side,
 (just relax, just 
 Don't you let those other boys fool 
 Gotta love that  hairdo.
 
 Maybe  we feel afraid, but it's alright
 The more you stay the same, the more they seem to 
 Don't you  it's strange?
 
 Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite 
 You go ahead, let your  down
 Sapphire and  jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
  go ahead, let your hair down.
 
 You're gonna find yourself  somehow.
 
 Just more than I could  pity for pity's sake
 Some nights kept me awake, I thought  I was stronger
 When you  realize, that you don't even have to try any longer.
 Do  you want to.
 
 Girl, put your records on, tell me  favorite song
 You  ahead, let your hair down
  and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
 Just  ahead, let your hair down.
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 Oh,  gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow