Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

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

Stopped taking
Quit whiskey
My old man the trombone
Works out at the

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

Charlie, I about you
Every time I pass the station
On account of all the
You to wear in your hair

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

Charlie, I went crazy
After got busted
back to Omaha to live with my folks

But everyone I to know
Is dead or in prison
Came to Minneapolis
This time I I'm gonna stay

Charlie, I I'm happy
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
Depending on how I

Charlie, for sakes
If you wanna the truth of it
I don't a husband
He play the trombone

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