Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His no longer by my door
He at dawn and as I slept I felt him go

Hmm, hmm
New York, New York, temperature's
The out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow and bellhops
And it never

I'm to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today I close enough to smell you
Additional dates they plannin' just fell through
out

We fly September 22 to
But there's not long to go
Tonight will be a show
you know I miss you

More four hits the floor at a party
my love to everybody
Please, my love to everybody
Send my to everybody

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin'
Stayin' healthy on the isn't easy
The TM an antigen
One of them could resist

I miss you a lock in the door
more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew snored
Don't to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's of us in a bus state to state

So I stay up with a tape or meditate
My bed is at fifty-five M.P.H.
When we make it to L.A., I'll still be away
It's not my day, I'm a get some rest, God bless

My has gone
Wo, wo
My love has
Wo, wo

We just stopped at a diner so I'm time to write a few lines
I'm fine, sunshine, the bus
by the grass as the trucks pass
Gleamin' with the flash of from the glass on the windscreen

As for us, there's too to relate
We've done five gigs yet we're only in our state
America's big, you'd love how they pile up plate
Only place in the world I can gain weight

Our next is Wilmington, Delaware
Open air, a rumor Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm
I miss watching you get dressed in the morning

My love has
Wo, wo
My has gone
Wo, wo
My love has

No earthly ships ever bring
Him