Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Postcards From L.a.

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

When 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 postcards from 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 love a of
The sun

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

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

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

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

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

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