Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Of New Orleans

The taste of blue
Like Frank Sinatra's
And open of blood
You bet they never looked so
I'm home, I'm coming home
Tonight I dream, I dream of New
We're
Out of control
But the taste of the floors and time will 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 in lace
Tonight I dream, I dream of New
I'm coming home, I'm coming

spinning
Out of again
But the taste of the floors and time will tell,
"Yeah, yeah,
Oh,
Maybe meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, whore, come on me

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

Tonight I of New Orleans
(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.