Luyện nghe bài hát Arc of Bar

Hustlers, whores, in rooms
A sinking stink
An arc of bar, a flesh
Of diamonds, dust, and
The jukebox jamming, the lamming
The jokers the dealing
And are over jacks
Remember that or catch a

The night had come her own
And I the arc of bar my home
my clothes, just a bag of bones
Under my skin, just
I was rolling a pair of dice
With one for laws and one for
But all this, I to hide
a glaze of sweat and fire

To some, a
To some, a
Something soft for something
She sauced my needs out of my
And baptized me in flesh seeds
And then she lay me a baby
On a bed of moss
And for her love, I would help the
To steal right off the cross

I lay on the arc of bar
And the hundred in me
But the arc, it the air
percent humidity
Well at those damned mosquitos
That fall flounder to the
Get a thimble full of whiskey with their paltry of blood
My

This port of
It no port at all
The cap, my cup, and up
The jokers, they tease hand
But they're out of luck I'm out of town
And the sun is like an
Goading me the gospel
But I got no at all
Except to drink as as possible

Some men offer
For their and grace of god
For others women, are for mercy
And mosquitos abuzz
Yeah, some men offer
For souls and grace of god
For others women, women are for
And mosquitos they're