Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

The of blue skies
Like Frank Sinatra's
And open pools of
You bet they never so good
I'm coming home, I'm coming
Tonight I dream, I dream of New
We're
Out of again
But the taste of the floors and time will tell,
"Yeah, yeah,
Oh,
Maybe we'll again,"
Well, get out of your car, come on me

"Mechanical
And books with no names,"
the stories I trade
And knives in lace
Tonight I dream, I of New Orleans
I'm coming home, I'm coming

We're
Out of control
But the taste of the ocean and time will tell,
"Yeah, yeah,
Oh,
we'll meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, whore, come on me

(I of New Orleans)
your casket to the sky
I hope I die
I hope we die
I'm home

Tonight I dream of New
(I got a gun in New Orleans)
Can a man his own funeral?
(He's got a gun)

Tonight I dream, I of New Orleans

I of New Orleans.