Luyện nghe bài hát Carey

The wind is in africa
Last night I couldn't
Oh, you know it is hard to leave here carey
But it's not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white and my fancy french cologne

Oh get out your cane
And I'll put on silver
Oh a mean old daddy, but I like you fine

Come on to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these
A round for these of mine
have another round for the bright red devil
Who me in this tourist town

on, carey, get out your cane
I'll put on silver
Oh you're a mean old daddy, but I you

Maybe I'll go to
Or maybe go to rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers my room
But let's not talk fare-thee-wells now
The night is a dome.
And they're playin' that rock and roll
the matalla moon

Come on, carey, get out your
And put on some silver
You're a old daddy, but I like you

The wind is in africa
night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave
But, really not my home
Maybe it's too long a time
Since I was scramblin' down in the
Now they got me used to clean white linen
And fancy french cologne

Oh carey, get out cane
put on my finest silver
We'll go to the cafe
Have fun
I said, oh, a mean old daddy, but you're out of sight