Luyện nghe bài hát A Girl In Port

Let fall your and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall shirt
I'm not the sort
Enough to hurt a girl in

gone blonde and lost a stone
She lay on her lawn, and alone
And the morning sun it rose
Upon Marie and her clothes

Well, it lit her up, and she around
The winding of Camden Town
Well, she don't who she wants to be
And if I I'd tell Marie

Let fall soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall shirt
I'm not the sort
Enough to hurt a in port

And tells me she's had fun
backstage, someone's plus one
Up in her the records spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn

Well, she her sleeve and she sees a name
And she's got a smile on her
And she's got a story you see
Well, that's just between that and Cindy

And before Holly her way
Over the sea and far
She's me inside her car
Driving us back from the Corner bar

I lost her there, I fell hell
Cut fresh pieces from myself
And then for a second in me
leave today, it's time, Holly, it's time

Oh, I'm a and lonely sort
Though I'm not sailing just for
I've to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press me

I'm aghast, I'm not apart
My head with my easy heart
These several out on the sea
Made me empty, cold and
yourself into me

Let fall your and swaying skirt
Let fall shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing
Enough to the girl in port