Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

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

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

Well, it lit her up, and she walked
The streets of Camden Town
Well, she don't know who she to be
And if I knew I'd tell

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, I'm a weak and sort
Though I'm not sailing for sport
I've to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives against me

I'm aghast, I'm not apart
My head with my easy heart
These 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 lady-killing
Enough to hurt the girl in