Luyện nghe bài hát All Dressed Up For San Francisco

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

But she used to have a Cherub's
lit a lamp gas nose
Her eyes were of hot wine
And her body was a

Now, she moved a liquid
Through the boys of Mason
Had Gatling gun slinging soldier
Every grease monkey, every Walter

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

Now, her man to work
To make the corn belt
she would dream of a city
With the heart, San Francisco

Dream a quiet
For a husband, child and
And another hole
Into the heart of American

Now, San Francisco's no
For a Mason City
You can get thrown a turbine
And get in the shuffle

She keeps everything she
In a Saratoga trunk going out of style
Dressed up for San but
Held up in Mason for a while

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