Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

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

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

Well, it lit her up, and she walked
The winding of Camden Town
Well, she know who she wants to be
And if I knew I'd Marie

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm aghast, I'm not apart
My tender head my easy heart
several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold and
Pour yourself me

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