Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

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

Hmm, hmm
New York, New York, temperature's
The band's out shoppin', not till ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow and bellhops
And it stops

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

We fly September 22 to
But there's not 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 to everybody

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't
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 'cause half the crew
Don't mean to be a bore, been great
But there's of us in a bus state to state

So I stay up with a tape or meditate
My bed is travellin' at 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 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 grass as the trucks
Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight the glass on the windscreen

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

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