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 collide
I'm sitting 'neath the mango
a tide
Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are just
But it's too risky to
Sittin' on the lawn with
the line for big red
Everyone better with a suntan
to get you into bed

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

Lee Marlin lookin' for a marvin
While we looking for a line at the pub
Hey, and still the black man's
No nobody wants a job
Helicopter over
all the young blades at night
They're steppin' out there in the summer evening
Their pistols all
And their so bright

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

Took a ride on a
50 or more
They say the heads are insane
But too risky to score
Andrea's been giving me a towel
Standing on a palm beach
If 'n'those girls keep a doin' that
I can't for next year
I'm gonna come for more

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