Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

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

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

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

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

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

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