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

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

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

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin'
Stayin' healthy on the isn't easy
The TM recommend
Not one of them could resist the piss
I miss you like a lock in the door what's
I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's great
But there's fifteen of us in a bus
So I stay up with a tape or meditate
My bed is at fifty-five mph
When we make it to L.A., still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get some
God

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

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

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