Luyện nghe bài hát Daughters Of The Northern Coast

Ain't like the windy city
the station-wagon died
Where the dogs meet the fences
And the horsemen, fences
Where the flatlands flatlands
And the caravans
I'm just sitting 'neath the
Running a
Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are insane
But too risky to score
on the lawn with Andrea
Draggin' the for big red
looks better with a suntan
Easier to get you bed

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

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

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

Took a ride on a
50 or more
They say the are just insane
But it's too to score
Andrea's been giving me a towel
Standing on a beach shore
If 'n'those girls a doin' that thing
I can't wait for year
I'm come back for more

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