Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

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

Who's that, what's that, what do you
I'll never know where I lost my
Who's that, what's that, gimme your
of June, end of game

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

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

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