Luyện nghe bài hát Picture Postcards From L.a.

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

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

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

When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me
Like do I really think pretty, do I like 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 from L.A. signed with love forevermore
postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door
Rachel, if you me one, I'd love a picture of
The sun

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

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

Send me 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

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