Luyện nghe bài hát Carey

The wind is in Africa
Last night I couldn't
Oh, you know it sure is to leave here Carey
But really not my home
My are filthy
got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy cologne

Oh get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)
And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on silver)
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

Come on down to the Cafe
And I will buy you a of wine
And we'll laugh and to nothing and
Smash our empty glasses
Let's have a round for these freaks and soldiers
A for these friends of mine
Let's another round for the bright red devil, who
Keeps me in this tourist

Come on Carey get out your cane (Carey get out cane)
And I'll put on some (I'll put on some silver)
Oh a mean old Daddy, but I like you
I like you, I you, I like you

Maybe go to Amsterdam
Or I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put flowers 'round my room
But let's not about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a starry
And they're that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Moon

on Carey get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)
And I'll put on silver (I'll put on some silver)
a mean old Daddy, but I like you

The wind is in from
night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to here, but it's
not my home
Maybe it's too long a time since I was
down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white linen and
Fancy French

Oh Carey, get out your cane (Carey get out cane)
put on my finest silver (I'll put on some silver)
We'll go to the Cafe, have fun tonight
I said, oh, a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight