Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

Started rubbin' my
when I heard the talk
Hey mister sleep gonna
have to take
But nothing has 's pow'r to
make me rise as the man
a mornin' surprise

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

Then I the covers right
up to my
I thought well the
be for Rose
Her mother she writes regularly
Mister Postman you got
a for me

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

And I never have met her but she sweet
a flower
Grown on a heap
She's got a lot of 'round her
She's work out
But she's make it
and I no doubt

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

By the time you this song your
troubles be gone
And you'll be left with shinin'
through your you (repeat)