Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

I a story, all about you
I heard the secrets, maybe they're
I the papers, I read the news
I the gossip, all about you
They say that you're not so prim and prude
Behind it all rather rude
And go for younger men
Italian types and lots of
I can't it baby
Maybe it's

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

I the stories
On night, out in the back room
one or two lies
Your is mentioned
It gives me a
Dishonorable
you in a new light

You've been going slave romancing
Nasty, mean and dancin
With your in plastic bags
talk and tongues all wag
I can't believe it

been a fool
'Cause scales have just from my eyes
You can't keep up your
Tell me about your adventures in
I won't write a word of
Swear it on a thousand
But, I admit, I have got my
Maybe true

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the

I the papers, I read the news
I scan the for pictures of you
You with the husband, you with the mayor, with the kids
Now who are you kidding, who you
How can you
While you are the mistress of a man
Who's for the Vatican
And all your money crisply in off-shore banks
Your are kind
I can't it baby
Maybe true

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the
Yeah, you've been a girl
Yeah, been bad
You've been bad, been bad
You come over here
And your puni