Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Postcards From L.a.

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

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

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

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

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

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

even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave
Though we all the story, we pretend that we believe
But something always comes up, something makes her stay
And still no picture from L.A.

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

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