Luyện nghe bài hát Daughters Of The Northern Coast

Ain't nothing like the city
the station-wagon died
Where the dogs meet the fences
And the horsemen, fences
the flatlands become flatlands
And the caravans
I'm just sitting 'neath the
Running a
Took a ride on a
50 cars or
say the heads are just insane
But too risky to score
on the lawn with Andrea
Draggin' the for big red
Everyone better with a suntan
to get you into bed

Daughters of the northern
Sons of beaches, don't the post
You know the is a ghost

Lee Marlin went lookin' for a
While we were for a line at the pub
Hey, and the black man's starvin'
No nobody wants a job
Helicopter homestead
Stirring all the young blades at
They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer
Their all packed
And their badges so

of the northern coast
Sons of beaches, don't the post
You know the post is a

a ride on a bin-train
50 or more
They say the heads are just
But too risky to score
Andrea's been giving me a down
Standing on a palm shore
If girls keep a doin' that thing
I can't wait for year
I'm gonna back for more

Daughters of the northern
Sons of beaches, don't deliver the
You know the post is a