Luyện nghe bài hát All Dressed Up For San Francisco

She's got web hair
And a skin like see jelly
a, a porcelain stare
That the walls of my belly

But she used to have a glow
lit a lamp gas nose
Her were full of hot wine
And her was a rose

Now, she moved like a
the boys of Mason City
Had every Gatling gun soldier
Every grease monkey, every Walter

She settled on some corn husker
With cotton seed under a diamond smile
up for San Francisco but
Held up in Mason City for a

Now, her man used to
To make the corn grow
While she dream of a city
With the soft heart, San

a quiet burrow
For a husband, and wife
And poke another
Into the of American life

Now, San no place
For a Mason couple
You can get thrown a turbine
And get lost in the

She keeps she owns
In a Saratoga trunk that's out of style
Dressed up for San but
Held up in City for a while

No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
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