Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

Spiraling leapers, Nike sneakers
Some of laugh, some of them sing
Some of them don't do a goddamn
Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and
Chicks with big tits, school boys zits
circus of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet
going down, midnight in town
Down the subways, the underground tunnels
A is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the park scary with frights
Somebody shot out all the

Hookers and bookies, floozies and
All of misfits, perverts and losers
Out of the limo looks like a boat
The pimp out in a mink fur coat
a Fedora, that creates its own aura
A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond pin
A deal's going this side of town

People walk on fleet feetOn the way down Street
for the bums, down for the count
That one's dead but no found out
And at the bitch, with her dress up ass
she moves that thing, she must move it fast
Cop a nightstick, checking around
A lit junkie 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 are empty, nothing's the same
4 A.M. are crashing
Where the are huddled
Colored raindrops are
The deals gone down, the bimbo's split town
Burned from the hustle, from the hype
But the lights, I'm feeling alright
On 42nd Street, it's another night