Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Belles in London Sing

Scarlet boots, the of death
and the end of it
Blended angels, whispered
Countdown 'til gone for long

Velvet voices, haunting
Darkened with bright decor
Georgian femmes are gone for
Southern belles in London

I'm down the Eppley Gate
Two more days the plane arrives
And be standing here with your smile
Carving up the seats, pushing down the caffeine drinks
Checking the arrival screens for

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

London a grinding halt
night left to spend apart
Your bags are packed but now for
Stories of the unfold

Your booking agents, nose
Butting heads with creeping
femmes are gone for weeks
Southern in London sing
belles in London sing