Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. I Love You

What is there to write? What is to say?
things happen everyday, not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So I take my pen in and start the same old way.

Dear, I thought I'd a line, the weather's cool, the folks are fine,
I'm in bed each at nine, P. S. I love you.
Yesterday we had rain, but all in all, I can't complain,
Was it dusty on the train, P. S. I you.
Write to the Browns as soon as you're able,
They around to call, and I burned a hole in the dining room table,
And let me see, I that's all.
Nothing else for me to say, and so I'll but by the way,
Everybody's of you, P. S. I love you.
I do my best to obey all wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes, or the ones that are piled in the sink.
Nothing else to tell you dear, except each day seems a year,
night I'm dreaming of you, P. S. I love you.