Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Charlie, I'm
And on 9th Street
above a dirty bookstore
Off Avenue

Stopped dope
Quit whiskey
My old man plays the
out at the track

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

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

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

Charlie, I almost crazy
After got busted
Went back to to live with my folks

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

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

I'd buy me a car lot
And I wouldn't any of them
Just a different car everyday
on how I feel

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

I need to money
To pay lawyer
And Charlie, hey
I'll be eligible for
Come day