Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

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

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

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

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

Mr. Toomy stopped his suit outside a barber 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
Which disappeared when a police car by slowly
rolling gloom
And Mr. Toomy his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
At this early night of June third, nineteen eighty

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