Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My has gone
His boots no longer by my
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 till ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and
And it never

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

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

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

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

I miss you a lock in the door
What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew
mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's of us in a bus state to state

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

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

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

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

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

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

No ships will ever bring
Him