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, droppin'
The out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears pop
Cops protect shops, of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it stops

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

We fly 22 to Heathrow
But there's not long to go
Tonight be a brilliant show
you know I miss you

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

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

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

So I stay up late with a tape or
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 some rest, God

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

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

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

Our next date is Wilmington,
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 love has
Wo, wo
My love has
Wo, wo
My has gone

No ships will ever bring
Him