Luyện nghe bài hát Carey

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

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

Come on down to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of
And we'll and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and soldiers
A for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the 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 go to amsterdam
Or maybe 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 playin' that scratchy rock and
the matalla moon

Come on, carey, get out your
And I'll put on some
a mean old daddy, but I like you

The wind is in africa
Last I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it is hard to leave here
But, really not my home
Maybe it's been too a time
I was scramblin' down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white
And that french cologne

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