Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

Let fall your and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let your shirt
I'm not the sort
Enough to hurt a in port

Marie's gone blonde and a stone
She lay on her lawn, spun and
And the morning sun it rose
Upon Marie and her lacy

Well, it lit her up, and she around
The winding of Camden Town
Well, she don't who she wants to be
And if I knew I'd Marie

Let fall your soft and swaying
Let your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing
Enough to hurt a girl in

And Cindy tells me had fun
backstage, someone's plus one
Up in her room the spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn

Well, she lifts her and she sees a name
And got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you see
Well, that's between that name and Cindy

And before Holly her way
the sea and far away
She's me inside her car
Driving us back from the Corner bar

I lost her there, I fell hell
Cut some fresh from myself
And then for a second in me
Said leave today, it's time, Holly, time

Oh, I'm a and lonely sort
I'm not sailing just for sport
I've to feel out on the sea
These urgent press against me

I'm just aghast, I'm not
My tender head my easy heart
several years out on the sea
Made me empty, and clear
yourself into me

Let fall your soft and swaying
Let fall your shoes, let fall shirt
I'm not the sort
to hurt the girl in port