Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In Paradise

Freshly jet jockey's
In the Chico bar
Drinking neat Turkey
They Havana cigars

MIG fighter
In the night
Big freighter
To they might

And the soldier had his
On and on it
Please me
Well all buckles and bows

Say
We fly
trouble in paradise
Say

They were moving on the noon
Along the breeze
Gunning in a boat
the Florida Keys

All that money
The Don
All that
They're straight to hell to hell

And we've all got our
and everyday
We could all move to
But not running away

Say

And we've all got our
Each and
We all move to Miami
But that's not running