Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards

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

New York, New York, temperature's
The band's out shoppin', not 'til ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and
And it never

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to you
Today I close enough to smell you
dates they were plannin' just fell through
Florida's out, we fly September 22 to
So there's not long to go
will be a brilliant show
Lettin' you know I you
More than four hits the 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 road isn't
The TM Sanatogen
Not one of them resist takin' the piss
I miss you like a lock in the door more
I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been
But fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state
So I stay up with a tape or meditate
My bed is at fifty-five mph
When we it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm get some rest
God

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

We just stopped a so I'm takin' time
To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun
Bus driver's reclinin' on the as the trucks pass
Gleamin' with a flash of 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 how they pile up your plate
Only place in the even I could gain weight
Our next is Wilmington, Delaware, Open air
There's a Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, all the best, God bless I'm
I really miss watching you get in the morning

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