Luyện nghe bài hát Daughters Of The Northern Coast

Ain't nothing like the city
the station-wagon died
Where the wild meet the fences
And the horsemen, fences
the flatlands become flatlands
And the collide
I'm just sitting the mango
a tide
Took a ride on a
50 cars or
They say the are just insane
But it's too risky to
Sittin' on the lawn with
the line for big red
Everyone looks better with a
Easier to get you bed

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

Lee Marlin went lookin' for a
we were looking for a line at the pub
Hey, and the black man's starvin'
No wonder nobody a job
over homestead
Stirring all the blades at night
They're steppin' out there in the sultry evening
Their all packed
And badges so bright

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

a ride on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are insane
But too risky to score
been giving me a towel down
Standing on a palm beach
If 'n'those girls keep a doin' that
I wait for next year
I'm gonna come for more

Daughters of the northern
Sons of beaches, deliver the post
You the post is a ghost