Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

The of blue skies
Like Frank Sinatra's
And open of blood
You bet they never so good
I'm coming home, I'm coming
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 meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, come on me

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

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

(I of New Orleans)
Lift casket 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 his own funeral?
(He's got a gun)

Tonight I dream, I dream of New

I of New Orleans.