Luyện nghe bài hát Carey

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

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

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

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

I'll 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 dome
And they're that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla

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 is in from Africa
Last night I sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to here, but it's
not my home
Maybe it's been too a time since I was
Scramblin' in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white that
Fancy French

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