Luyện nghe bài hát Budapest

I think she was a runner
(The translation clear)
Could be a budding stately
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 perfect circle and she wore a smile
In Budapest, hot in Budapest

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

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

You cut the heat, peel it back
With the side of a knife
Feel it blowing from the side
Feel like you playing for your life
(If not the money)
Hot in Budapest

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, just a of muscle
But the boys and me heading west
So we her to the late crew and a hot night in Budapest
It was a hot night in

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

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

But she grace our table
In fact, she there at all
Yes, and her legs went on
Like staring up at

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