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

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