Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike
Some of them laugh, some of them
Some of them don't do a thing
Trip-skipping drifters, and lifters
Chicks with big tits, school boys with
Moonlight circus of earthly
Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet
going down, midnight in town
Down into the subways, the tunnels
A is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the park scary with frights
shot out all the streetlights

Hookers and bookies, and boozers
All kinds of misfits, perverts and
Out of the limo looks like a boat
The steps out in a mink fur coat
Sporting a Fedora, creates its own aura
A ruby-tooth and a diamond stick pin
A deal's going down this side of

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