Luyện nghe bài hát Port Authority

I can't the song of the south
when my needle north.
the blue south with lovely lake
eyes in a river on fire look at me

Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he
makes a man out of safety
as an Indian
I figure in future I'll be stained by the tears
of clinging

Miracle girls commercially
at Port Authority
shall I run out to meet hopes
of liquor, tobacco &
up on chalkleg mountain
subtle and