Luyện nghe bài hát My Sunny Island

A brown-skin girl wipes the from her window
Just to watch the sun rise big city skies
Her falther "cuffs" lights his first cigarette
You know he's got to go when that factory whistle
So he walks out the streets
And all of his friends that he
Wonder why did they ever their sunny island

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

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

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

And there ain't no
It's the sidewalks on 42nd
And the natives there
ain't so friendly
In fact they stick you
For the shoes on feet
make you want to retreat
To your island