Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

The taste of blue
Like Frank eyes
And open pools of
You bet never looked so good
I'm coming home, I'm home
I dream, I dream of New Orleans
We're
Out of control
But the taste of the ocean floors and will tell,
"Yeah, yeah,
Oh,
Maybe we'll again,"
Well, get out of car, come on kiss me

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

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

(I of New Orleans)
Lift your to the sky
I tonight I die
I hope we die
I'm coming

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

Tonight I dream, I dream of New

I of New Orleans.