Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, I'm a and lonely sort
Though I'm not sailing for sport
come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press me

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

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