Luyện nghe bài hát My Sunny Island

A brown-skin girl the suit from her window
Just to watch the sun rise over big skies
Her falther awakes "cuffs" his first cigarette
You know got to go when that factory whistle blows
So he walks out into the
And all of his friends he meets
Wonder why did ever leave their sunny island

The wind blows cold with it brings the
You in hand to mouth next winter you move south
If number falls or if you work those extra hours
But you only live in a
That carries you back on wings
And all friends just sit around the bar
And sing about sunny island

And there no surf
It's the on 42nd street
And the natives there
They ain't so
In fact they would you
For the shoes on feet
Just make you want to
To your sunny

The traffic eats the streets running from the heat
That keeps coming down you into the ground
You're learning far too late your learn to hate
The way you but you got nomore to give
And in dockland they arrive
With land in their eyes
And you just wish you could live out life
On sunny island

And there no surf
It's the sidewalks on 42nd
And the down there
They ain't so
In they would stick you
For the on your feet
Just you want to retreat
To sunny island