Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
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 band's out shoppin', not till 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 enough to smell you
Additional dates were plannin' just fell through
out

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

More than four hits the at a party
Send my love to
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 again

I you like a lock in the door
What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman half the crew snored
Don't mean to be a bore, 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 it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day, I'm a get rest, God bless

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

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

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

Our next is Wilmington, Delaware
Open air, a rumor Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm
I really miss 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