Luyện nghe bài hát Piazza, New York Catcher

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

San calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, got no place to stay
We hung the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about
The saddest book you ever had to read makes you cry
The statues crying too and he may

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

Elope with me Miss Private and well drink ourselves
Well taste the coffee and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960
comment on the decor and well help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over well continue the
In a bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for 318 and every day
The pitcher puts religion first and on holidays
He into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the affects his speed hes praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the
Life outside the is a wrench

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