Luyện nghe bài hát Budapest

I think she was a middle-distance
(The wasn't clear)
be a budding stately hero
International in a year

She was a good enough reason for a
(Well, you couldn't keep up on a track mile)
While she ran a circle and she wore a perfect smile
In Budapest, hot night in

We had to cozy up in the old
Dusting off the mandolins and on the gear
She was helping out at the
Stopping hearts and beer

Yes, and her legs on for ever
Like staring up at
Through a wisp of cotton
Along a skin of sea, hot night in Budapest

You could cut the heat, peel it
With the side of a knife
Feel it blowing from the fills
Feel like you were playing for your
(If not the money)
Hot night in

She bent down to the ice box
And some more warm white wine in
Like some weird vision
Wearing T-shirt, pants and skin

You know, it rippled, a hint of muscle
But the boys and me were heading
So we left her to the late crew and a hot night in
It was a hot in Budapest

She didn't much English language
(She didn't much anyway)
She wouldn't make love but she could make sandwich
And she poured wine before we played

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha
Let's her now
I thought I saw her at the night restaurant
She would have sent blue shivers the wall

But she grace our table
In fact, she wasn't at all
Yes, and her went on forever
Like up at infinity

Her heart was to the west-lands
And she didn't to be that night in Budapest
Hot in Budapest, hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest, hot night in