Luyện nghe bài hát Florida

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

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

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

You slide into the sea from twelve hours on your feet
And get the to wash you away, thousands and thousands of days
And someone you never meet, signs a check you get every
You try and still forget all the strangers that you have met

The night never owed you nothing
Makes promises that he never intends to every day

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

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

And the summer comes marching in his heavy boots on
Kicking the blacktopped sidewalks of A1A
The young girls in their feet, cigarettes smoking
Looking every which way, and hoping

And you want the night to let you sleep and be on his way
Wrap you up in some cool sheets and have to say

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

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