Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His boots no by my door
He left at dawn and as I I felt him go

Hmm, hmm
New York, New York, droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till pop
Cops protect shops, lots of cabs and bellhops
And it stops

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to you
I feel close enough to smell you
Additional dates they plannin' just fell through
out

We fly September 22 to
But not really long to go
Tonight will be a show
you know I miss you

More than four hits the floor at a
Send my love to
Please, send my love to
Send my love to

Honey, I'm writin' D.C., feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the isn't easy
The TM an antigen
One of them could resist

I miss you like a in the door
more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew snored
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's great
But there's fifteen of us in a bus to state

So I stay up late a tape or meditate
My bed is at fifty-five M.P.H.
we make it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day, I'm a get rest, God bless

My has gone
Wo, wo
My love has
Wo, wo

We just stopped at a diner so I'm time to write a few lines
I'm fine, sunshine, the bus
by the grass as the trucks pass
Gleamin' the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen

As for us, too much to relate
We've done five yet we're only in our third state
America's big, you'd love how they pile up your
Only place in the world even I can weight

Our next is Wilmington, Delaware
Open air, there's a Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm
I miss watching you get dressed in the morning

My has gone
Wo, wo
My love has
Wo, wo
My love has

No earthly ships will ever
Him