Luyện nghe bài hát Piazza, New York Catcher

Elope with me Miss Private and well sail the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward
How many nights of talking in hotel can you take?
How nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in and well set something ablaze
A trail for the Devil to

San Franciscos calling us, the Giants and will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you
We hung about the stadium, weve got no to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you about
The saddest book you ever had to read always you cry
The statues too and well he may

I love you Ive a drowning grip on your face
I you, my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of words
Come wave upon me the family wider net absurd
Youll take care of her, I know it, you do a better job
Maybe, but not what she

Elope with me Miss Private and drink ourselves awake
Well taste the coffee houses and award
A privy seal to keep the of 1960 style
Well comment on the decor and well the passer by
And at dusk work is over well continue the debate
In a borrowed virginal and spare

The catcher for 318 and catches every day
The pitcher religion first and rests on holidays
He goes cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his hes praying for a doorway
Back into the life he and the confession of the bench
outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the weekend
I know it wouldnt come to love, my pretend
A lady stepping from the song we love until day
Youd settle for an like 'Walk Away, Renee'
The sun upon the roof in winter will you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an
Meet you at the statue in an