Luyện nghe bài hát Alice

Now Alice needed I put 10 dollars on the breeze
As the wind died away, she way below her knees
And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money the sky
She must have been at least a fathom

She the 42nd beat on 42nd street
With all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her
And when a stranger she sucked, she just smiled believing luck
As she into his truck to make a buck

Oh my God, running round the trees
Said she couldn't touch them because so real

you remind me of Manhattan
The and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns sat in
Oh I, I got my on you

Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her
'Cause if you ain't too careful he's kick you in the crotch
And you're out in the cold and you know that you've been
And the cops even stop and you feel old

See Alice really liked you but you stayed a too long
Now she wants you to forget it and come before too long
But make it quick if you could, she's gonna in Hollywood
The producer seems to think, kinda good

Me and my camera sitting on a fence
Laughing at the lights of New city

Alice you remind me of
The and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh come over

Roll up, see Alice on the palace her name adorns the boards
Ain't no in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse
And it's a way to Broadway from a 42nd lay
Or is it just a couple of blocks away

Now I if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders
About the times I put her down when she to be right under?
She told me are traditions, contradictions, superstitions
See Alice is always based on decisions

Me and my sittin' on a fence
And digging I thought was New York city

Oh Alice, you remind me of
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the
Like a throne made of gilt too many Johns have sat in
Oh I you

Yeah Alice, the were meant for you
Your weaknesses successful and your the clue
You gotta what you get and for what you get you lose
Oh, I it

Oh Alice, don't stop and think a
Or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your right in it
And you're a shooting star and you'll die if you win it
Yeah, you make the book