Luyện nghe bài hát Florida

A couple of young girls sailing down A1A
Into the arms of Florida, sailing down the
their heads off, protected by the holy ghost
Flying in from the ocean, with their eyes closed

The night wants to you deep, and be on his way
Pretend he don't know you the very day

it hard sometimes? Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here, and nothing to hold me

You slide down into the sea from hours on your feet
And get the tide to you away, thousands and thousands of days
And someone you never meet, a check you get every week
You try and still can't forget all the that you have met

The night never owed you anyway
promises that he never intends to keep every day

Isn't it hard Isn't it lonely?
How I hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me

Every time, every year, come and go
You see them landing with pale wings and flying back to the snow

And the comes marching in with his heavy boots on
Kicking along the sidewalks of A1A
The young girls in bare feet, cigarettes smoking
every which way, wishing and hoping

And you want the night just to let you and be on his way
Wrap you up in cool sheets and have nothing to say

Isn't it hard sometimes? it lonely?
How I still hang here, and there's nothing to hold me

Isn't it hard sometimes? Isn't it
How I hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me