Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My love has
His boots no by my door
He left at dawn and as I I felt him go

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

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

We fly 22 to Heathrow
But there's not really to go
Tonight will be a brilliant
Lettin' you I miss you

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

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

I you like a lock in the door
What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew
Don't mean to be a bore, been great
But fifteen of us in a bus state to state

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

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

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

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

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

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

No earthly ships ever bring
Him