Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Holly made her way
Over the sea and far
telling me inside her car
Driving us back from the Corner bar

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

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

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