Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

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

I dream, I dream of New Orleans

I of New Orleans.