Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Postcards From L.a.

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

When it's time for closing, I while Rachel cleans
She to my music, I listen 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 from L.A. signed with love
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator
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 pretty, do I like the way she sings?
I know how to answer, so I always smile and say
I say, "Send me postcards from L.A.

me postcards from 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

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

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

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

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