Luyện nghe bài hát Lost In Boston

Lost in
Drinking rum and
A hundred thousand blinking
Are me exhausted

It was Fleet Week last
And all the sailors couldnt
Mini and high heeled shoes
Raining mud on suits

Tell everyone the officers are
This has lived too long

pissing rain, the leaves are
All scattered on the
Were cramming our stuff in the
Of the car and on uptown

And going on
night has lived too long
Nothings on
There's nothing to it

Now, you can us shout
For around
Somewhere

I hear you from our street
The traffic lights turn red to
Ill be right
Yeah, Im out

Lost in
Drinking rum and
A hundred thousand blinking
Are making me