Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Charlie, I'm
And living on 9th
above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid

taking dope
Quit whiskey
My old man the trombone
out at the track

Says that he me
Even it's not his baby
Says that raise him up
he would his own son
Gave me a ring was worn by his mother
Takes me out dancing Saturday night

Charlie, I think you
Every time I pass the filling
On of all the grease
You used to in your hair

Still have that
Little and The Imperials
Someone stole my record
How do you that?

Charlie, I went crazy
After Mario got
Went to Omaha to live with my folks

But I used to know
Is either or in prison
back to Minneapolis
This I think I'm gonna stay

Charlie, I think I'm
For the first time since my
I had all the money
We used to spend on

I'd buy me a car lot
And I sell any of them
Just drive a car everyday
on how I feel

Charlie, for Christ
If you know the truth of it
I don't a husband
He don't play the

I to borrow money
To pay this
And Charlie, hey
I'll be for parole
Come day