Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His boots no by my door
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 stoppin' ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and
And it never

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

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

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

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

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

So I stay up with 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 love has
Wo, wo
My has gone
Wo, wo

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

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

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

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

No earthly ships ever bring
Him