Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Postcards From L.a.

I'm the piano down at Eddie's bar
And Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a
She swears she's gonna make it, make it big
And she'll send me picture postcards L.A.

it's time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans
She listens to my music, I listen to her
She swears she's gonna it, she's going all the way
And I say, "Send me picture from L.A.

me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore
Picture postcards from L.A. to on my refrigerator door
Rachel, if you me one, I'd love a picture of
The sun

When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me
Like do I really she's pretty, do I like the way she sings?
I don't know how to answer, so I smile and say
I say, "Send me picture from L.A.

Send me postcards from L.A. signed with forevermore
Picture postcards L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a of
The sun

Sometimes stands up in the middle of the bar
And does a scene from the late
We all clap our hands as she puts her on
And says, "Next week, I'm go"

She'll buy a ticket and pack her things to leave
Though we all know the story, we pretend that we
But always comes up, something always makes her stay
And still no postcards from L.A.

Send me postcards L.A. signed with love forevermore
Picture from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door
Rachel, if you me one, I'd love a picture of
The sun

I'm the piano player down at bar
And Rachel she's the waitress who to be a star