Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His no longer by my door
He left at dawn and as I slept, I him go
[Loop of Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad]

New York, New York, temperature's
The out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow and bellhops
And it never

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so to tell you
Today I feel close to smell you
Additional dates they were plannin' just fell
Florida's out, we fly September 22 to
So there's not really to go
will be a brilliant show
Lettin' you know I you
More than four the floor at a party
Send my love to
Please, send my love to (everybody everybody everybody...)
Send my to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...

Honey, I'm from D.C., feelin' queasy
healthy on the road isn't easy
The TM recommend
Not one of them resist takin' the piss
I miss you like a lock in the door more
I go to sleep with my 'cos half the crew snore
Don't to be a bore, everybody's been 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 mph
When we make it to L.A., I'll still be away
It's not my best day I'm get some rest
God

My has gone
(wo wo)
My love has (has has has ...)
(wo wo)

We just a diner so I'm takin' time
To a few lines. I'm fine, sun shinin'
Bus reclinin' on the grass as the trucks pass
Gleamin' with a of sunlight from the glass
On the windscreen. As for us too much to relate
We've done five gigs but we're only in our third
America's big! love how they pile up your plate
Only place in the world even I could weight
Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware, air
There's a rumor Mel'll be there
Anyway, all the best, God I'm yawning
I really watching you get dressed in the morning

My love has
(wo wo)
My has gone
(wo wo)
My has gone
No ships will ever
Bring him