Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

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

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

Well, it lit her up, and she around
The streets of Camden Town
Well, she know who she wants to be
And if I I'd tell Marie

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

And Cindy me she's had fun
Sitting backstage, someone's one
Up in her room the records
Needle in the grooves she's worn thin

Well, she lifts her sleeve and she a name
And she's got a on her face
And got a story you can't see
Well, that's just between name and Cindy

And Holly made her way
Over the sea and far
She's telling me her car
Driving us back from the Crystal bar

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

Oh, I'm a weak and lonely
Though I'm not sailing just for
I've come to out on the sea
These lives press against me

I'm just aghast, I'm not
My tender head with my easy
These several out on the sea
Made me empty, cold and
Pour yourself me

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