Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 day, I'm a get some rest, God bless

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

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

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

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

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

No earthly ships will ever
Him