Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

This is the third of June, eighty eight
A unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger over Manhattan
In a far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and
The wall street boys wearing their around their neck
Like boxers after 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
never know where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme name
of June, end of game

No looking to the
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 stopped his pinstripe suit outside a shop
at his face
Took off his
Put it on the
on it
And started preaching a monk from another world
some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which disappeared when a police car by slowly
Like gloom
And Mr. Toomy throws his 'til he was the only one in the area
At this night of June third, nineteen eighty eight

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