Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

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

Hmm, hmm
New York, New York, droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till 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
Additional they were plannin' just fell through
out

We fly September 22 to
But not really long to go
Tonight be a brilliant show
Lettin' you know I you

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

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

I miss you like a lock in the
What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause the crew snored
mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's fifteen of us in a bus to state

So I stay up late a tape or meditate
My bed is at fifty-five M.P.H.
When we make it to L.A., 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 just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few
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 yet we're only in our third state
America's big, you'd how they pile up your plate
place in the world even I can gain weight

Our next date is Wilmington,
Open air, there's a rumor Melle 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 love has

No earthly will ever bring
Him