Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His boots no longer by my
He left at dawn and as I slept, I him go
of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad]

New York, New York, temperature's
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' ears pop
Cops protect shops, of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it stops

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so to tell you
Today I feel close enough to you
dates they were plannin' just fell through
Florida's out, we fly 22 to Heathrow
So not really long to go
Tonight be a brilliant show
Lettin' you I miss you
than four hits the floor at a party
Send my love to
Please, send my to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...)
Send my love to everybody (everybody everybody...

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin'
Stayin' healthy on the isn't easy
The TM Sanatogen
Not one of could resist takin' the piss
I miss you like a lock in the door more
I go to with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's great
But fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state
So I up late with a tape or meditate
My bed is travellin' at mph
When we make it to L.A., I'll still be away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get rest
God

My love has
(wo wo)
My love has (has has has ...)
(wo wo)

We just a diner so I'm takin' time
To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun
Bus reclinin' on the grass as the trucks pass
with a flash of sunlight from the glass
On the windscreen. As for us too much to relate
We've done gigs but we're only in our third state
America's big! You'd love how pile up your plate
Only place in the world I could gain weight
Our next is Wilmington, Delaware, Open air
There's a rumor Melle Mel'll be
Anyway, all the best, God I'm yawning
I really miss watching you get in the morning

My has gone
(wo wo)
My has gone
(wo wo)
My love has
No earthly will ever
him home