Luyện nghe bài hát London Girl

The devil moon me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the
To the mews through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and

The devil took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds
along by a winter shower
To stand beside shining tower

This could be our dance
This could be our very chance
the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes
And the world's all right with me

my London girl
The way you walk
my London girl
The way that you
the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no

The light was going out, the was dying
The was turning to a fine spring morning
The dogs were barking and the were shouting
The sun was in a crystal fountain

the cold winds come and find you
Blowing from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you down to Soho
Away from all those mad eyes

This could be our final
could be our very last chance
And if you cut me, don't you I feel
Is this body made of clay, is this heart made of

my London girl
The way that you
You're my girl
The way that you
Just the sound of voice
And I got no choice

could be our final dance
This could be our very last
And if you cut me, don't you I feel
Is this body made of clay, is heart made of steel

You're my girl
The way you walk
my London girl
The way that you
the sound of your voice
And I got no choice