Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

Spiraling leapers, Nike sneakers
Some of laugh, some of them sing
Some of them don't do a thing
Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and
Chicks with big tits, boys with zits
circus of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft night
Deals going down, in town
Down into the subways, the tunnels
A musician is playing, a drunk and mumbles
Out in the park it's with frights
Somebody shot out all the

and bookies, floozies and boozers
All kinds of misfits, and losers
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 going down this side of town

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