Luyện nghe bài hát Girl In Port, A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, I'm a weak and lonely
Though I'm not sailing for sport
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 heart
These several out on the sea
Made me empty, cold and
yourself into me

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