Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

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

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

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