Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

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

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

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

Honey, I'm writin' D.C., feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't
The TM recommend
Not one of them could takin' 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 to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's of us in a bus state-to-state
So I up late with a tape or meditate
My bed is at fifty-five 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 love has (has has has ...)
(wo wo)

We stopped 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
with a flash of sunlight from the glass
On the windscreen. As for us there's too to relate
done five gigs but we're only in our third state
America's big! You'd love how they pile up plate
place in the world even I could gain weight
Our next is Wilmington, Delaware, Open air
There's a rumor Melle be there
Anyway, all the best, God bless I'm
I really miss watching you get dressed in the

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