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, temperature's
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' ears pop
Cops protect shops, of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it never

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

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

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

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

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

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

My love has
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
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 five gigs yet only in our third state
America's big, you'd love how pile up your plate
Only place in the world I can gain weight

Our date is Wilmington, Delaware
air, there's a rumor 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 has gone
Wo, wo
My love has

No ships will ever bring
Him