Luyện nghe bài hát Leaving London

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

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

If I could beg, or borrow
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 away the dirt
Then over to American Express

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

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

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

But it take too long
To make up another
For a lonesome and a last

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