Luyện nghe bài hát Imagine Houston

Imagine in the middle of July
Hotter than a on a saturday nite
Your baby's on the front with a bamboo fan
As you pull up to the curb in your black
It don't take her long she knew you were
a slam of the screen she's off and she's runnin
Now she's sittin there beside you you forget about the
You your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street

a steam-heated love
With a burning desire and a fire in your blood
With a steam-heated
hurricane feelin it's got you reelin,
you can't even for the flood!

You put your arm around her and you her the news
And the lines and the freeways they twist like a fuse
the Pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailors
Build out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors
And the asphalt sweats while the welders
And wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell
And you better watch step if you're just standing around
Because the buildings ain't they erupt from the ground

The parking lots are steaming a street sweepers mist
Just the perfect to steal a little kiss
And you that the moon has been coated with chrome
As it to rise beside the Astrodome.