Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

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

that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll know where I lost my dream
Who's that, that, gimme your name
Third of June, end of

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

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

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

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