Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving London

With a and rolling sea
Between my love and me
I keep walking this cold hard town

I wait for better days
I could use a place to
Or a floor where I lay my blanket down

If I beg, steal or borrow
A ticket on some ship or
I'd be London tomorrow
To fly to my own again

Up at to change my shirt
And to wash away the
Then it's over to American

Not one letter did I
No, she send one line
Though I know she has my forwarding

If I beg, steal or borrow
A ticket on some ship or
I'd be London tomorrow
To fly to my own love

night The Troubadour
Was so full, they the door
And I sang a song she knows well

But it take too long
To make up song
For a lonesome and a farewell

If I could beg, steal or
A on some ship or plane
I'd be London tomorrow
To fly to my own again
I'd be leaving tomorrow
To fly to my own again