Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

This is the third of June, nineteen eight
A highly day
Some airplane gliding one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was and tired
The wall street boys wearing their around their neck
Like towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe outside a barber shop
at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it

Who's that, that, what do you mean
never know where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your
Third of June, end of

No to the right
No looking to the
is a target, always on track
Lenny is a target, shoots
Lenny is a lost the route
Ruins of a old fantasy
of a child was Miami
Lenny is a target, nobody
Lenny is a target lost the

that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I my dream
that, what's that, gimme your name
Third of June, end of

Mr. Toomy his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his
Took off his
Put it on the
on it
And started preaching like a monk another world
some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which disappeared when a police car by slowly
Like rolling
And Mr. Toomy his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
At early night of June third, nineteen eighty eight

Who's that, what's that, do you mean
I'll never know when I my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your
Third of June, end of