Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In Paradise

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

Screaming MIG
In the Latin
Big freighter
To dock might

And the had his problems
On and on it
excuse me
Well it's all and bows

Say
We fly
trouble in paradise
Say

They moving on the noon tide
the bustling breeze
Gunning in a boat
Along the Florida

All that dirty
The Don
All that
They're going straight to to hell

And all got our problems
and everyday
We could all move to
But that's not running

Say

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