Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

My love has
His no longer by my door
He left at 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 cabs and bellhops
And it stops

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so to tell you
I feel 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
will be a brilliant show
Lettin' you I miss you

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

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road easy
The TM an antigen
One of them could resist

I miss you 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, everybody's great
But fifteen of us in a bus state to state

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

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

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

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

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

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

No earthly ships ever bring
Him