Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His no longer by my door
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' till pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow 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 they were plannin' just through
out

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

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

Honey, I'm writin' D.C., feelin' queasy
Stayin' on the road isn't easy
The TM an antigen
One of could resist 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, everybody's great
But fifteen of us in a bus state to state

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

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

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

As for us, there's too to relate
done five gigs yet we're only in our third state
America's big, you'd love how they pile up 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 has gone
Wo, wo
My has gone
Wo, wo
My has gone

No earthly ships ever bring
Him