Luyện nghe bài hát Carey

The wind is in from
Last night I sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to here carey
But really not my home
My are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my french cologne

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

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

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

I'll go to amsterdam
Or maybe go to rome
And me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room
But not talk about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a dome.
And playin' that scratchy rock and roll
the matalla moon

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

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

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