Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving London

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

While I wait for better
I use a place to stay
Or a floor I could lay my blanket down

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

Up at to change my shirt
And to wash the dirt
Then it's to American Express

Not one did I find
No, she didn't send one
Though I she has my forwarding address

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

Last The Troubadour
Was so full, barred the door
And I a song she knows quite well

But it take too long
To up another song
For a and a last farewell

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