Luyện nghe bài hát Budapest

I she was a middle-distance runner
(The wasn't clear)
Could be a budding stately
International competition in a

She was a good enough reason for a
(Well, you couldn't keep up on a track mile)
While she ran a perfect circle and she wore a perfect
In Budapest, hot night in

We had to cozy up in the old
Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the
She was helping out at the
hearts and chilling beer

Yes, and her legs on for ever
Like staring up at
Through a of cotton panty
Along a skin of satin sea, hot in Budapest

You could cut the heat, it back
With the side of a knife
Feel it blowing the side fills
Feel like you were for your life
(If not the money)
Hot in Budapest

She bent to fill the ice box
And stuffed more warm white wine in
Like some unearthly vision
Wearing T-shirt, pants and skin

You know, it rippled, just a of muscle
But the boys and me heading west
So we left her to the crew and a hot night in Budapest
It was a hot in Budapest

She didn't much English language
(She didn't much anyway)
She wouldn't make love but she could good sandwich
And she sweet wine before we played

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha
watch her now
I thought I saw her at the late night
She would have sent blue shivers the wall

But she grace our table
In fact, she there at all
Yes, and her legs went on
staring up at infinity

Her was spinning to the west-lands
And she didn't care to be night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest, hot night in
Hot night in Budapest, hot in Budapest