Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

Spiraling leapers, wearing sneakers
Some of laugh, some of them sing
of them don't do a goddamn thing
Trip-skipping drifters, and lifters
Chicks with big tits, school with zits
circus of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft night
going down, midnight in town
Down into the subways, the underground
A is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the it's scary with frights
shot out all the streetlights

Hookers and bookies, floozies and
All kinds of misfits, perverts and
Out of the limo that looks a boat
The pimp steps out in a fur coat
a Fedora, that creates its own aura
A grin and a diamond stick pin
A deal's down this side of town

People on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd Street
for the bums, down for the count
That one's dead but no one's out
And at the bitch, with her dress up ass
When she moves that thing, she must it fast
Cop a nightstick, checking around
A neon lit slides to the ground
Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a
out that guy, drunk as a skunk
Blinking, reflection, melt in the rain
The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the
4 A.M. people are
Where the are huddled
raindrops are splashing
The have gone down, the bimbo's split town
from the hustle, burned from the hype
But under the lights, I'm alright
On 42nd Street, just another night