Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

The taste of blue
Like Sinatra's eyes
And open of blood
You bet they never 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 meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, come on me

"Mechanical
And books with no names,"
It's the stories I
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 floors and time will tell,
"Yeah, yeah,
Oh,
Maybe we'll again,"
Well, get out of your car, whore, come on me

(I of New Orleans)
Lift casket to the sky
I tonight I die
I hope 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.