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
[Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' The Lad]

New York, New York, temperature's
The out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
Cops shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it stops

I'm to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today I feel close to smell you
Additional dates they were just fell through
out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow
So there's not really to go
Tonight will be a show
you know I miss 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 writin' from D.C., feelin'
Stayin' healthy on the road easy
The TM recommend
Not one of them could resist the piss
I you like a lock in the door what's more
I go to sleep my Walkman '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 a tape or meditate
My bed is travellin' at mph
we make it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get some
God

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

We just stopped a so I'm takin' time
To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun
Bus reclinin' on the grass as the trucks pass
Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the
On the windscreen. As for us too much to relate
We've done five but 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 could weight
Our next is Wilmington, Delaware, Open air
There's a rumor Melle Mel'll be
Anyway, all the best, God I'm yawning
I miss watching you get dressed in the morning

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