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, boys with zits
Moonlight of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft night
Deals down, midnight in town
Down into the subways, the underground
A musician is playing, a drunk and mumbles
Out in the it's scary with frights
Somebody out all the streetlights

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

People on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd Street
Except for the bums, for the count
one's 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, checking
A neon lit junkie slides to the
Here a flasher, a jogger, a punk
out that guy, drunk as a skunk
Blinking, reflection, melt in the rain
The are empty, nothing's the same
4 A.M. people are
the hookers are huddled
Colored are splashing
The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split
Burned from the hustle, burned from the
But under the lights, I'm alright
On 42nd Street, it's just night