Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My love has
His boots no longer by my
He at dawn and as I slept I felt him go

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

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

We fly September 22 to
But there's not long to go
Tonight will be a show
Lettin' you I miss you

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

Honey, I'm from D.C., feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't
The TM recommends an
One of them resist again

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

So I stay up late with a or meditate
My bed is travellin' at M.P.H.
When we make it to L.A., I'll still be miles
not my best day, I'm a get some rest, God bless

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

We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' 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, there's too much to
We've done gigs yet we're only in our third state
America's big, you'd love how they pile up your
Only place in the world I can gain weight

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

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

No ships will ever bring
Him