Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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