Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

Spiraling leapers, wearing sneakers
Some of them laugh, of them sing
Some of them don't do a thing
Trip-skipping drifters, and lifters
Chicks with big tits, school with zits
Moonlight circus of earthly
Pimpmobile the soft velvet night
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 out all the streetlights

and bookies, floozies and boozers
All kinds of misfits, and losers
Out of the limo that looks like a
The pimp steps out in a mink fur
Sporting a Fedora, that its own aura
A ruby-tooth and a diamond stick pin
A deal's going down side of town

People walk on feetOn the way down 42nd Street
for the bums, down for the count
That dead but no one's found out
And look at the bitch, with her up ass
When she moves that thing, she must it fast
Cop with a nightstick, around
A lit junkie slides to the ground
comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk
Check out guy, drunk as a skunk
Blinking, reflection, melt in the rain
The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the
4 A.M. are crashing
Where the hookers are
Colored are splashing
The have gone down, the bimbo's split town
Burned from the hustle, burned from the
But under the lights, I'm feeling
On 42nd Street, it's another night