Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Belles in London Sing

Scarlet boots, the kiss of
and the end of it
Blended angels, love
'til it's gone for long

Velvet voices, slow
Darkened nooks with bright
femmes are gone for weeks
Southern in London sing

I'm staring down the Eppley
Two more days the plane arrives
And you'll be standing with your smile
up the lobby seats, pushing down the caffeine drinks
Checking the screens for yours

I'm a hundred feet above the
There's a girl gliding
She's toward me now
Her sleeves are all out
And the jet is behind, wake up

London skids a halt
night left to spend apart
Your bags are but now for home
of the tour unfold

Your agents, broken nose
Butting with creeping dolts
Georgian femmes are gone for
Southern in London sing
belles in London sing