Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

Started rubbin' my
when I heard the birds
Hey mister sleep gonna
to take 'walk
But nothing has 's pow'r to
me rise as the post man
Bringin' a mornin'

Here he
Here he
Too I've got a letter
I'd get out of bed
I

Then I pulled the covers
up to my
I well the letter
might be for
Her she writes very regularly
Mister Postman you got
a for me

Mr. Heron, yes I have yes I
Too I've got a letter
I said some joy
It came from Maria, Chicago,

And I never have met her but she sweet
like a
Grown on a rubbish
She's got a lot of things her
She's gotta out
But she's make it
and I have no

Maria, the plane that brought your must have
felt a little bit
The air hostess must've felt brighter bringing letter over the sea
And the was your Orpheus
singing a for you
Maria I'm
Hear me I'll be your Orpheus too

By the time you hear song your
troubles will be
And be left with what's shinin'
through your you (repeat)