Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

The of blue skies
Like Frank Sinatra's
And open pools of
You bet they looked so good
I'm coming home, I'm home
Tonight I dream, I dream of New
spinning
Out of control
But the taste of the ocean floors and time tell,
"Yeah, yeah,
Oh,
we'll meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, on kiss me

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

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

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

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

I dream, I dream of New Orleans

I of New Orleans.