Luyện nghe bài hát Atlantic City

Well they up the chicken man in Philly last night,
Now they blew up his too.
Down on the boardwalk gettin' ready for a fight,
Gonna see what racket boys can do.

Now trouble busin' in from out of state,
And the D.A. get no relief.
be a rumble out on the promenade,
And the commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth.

Everything dies, that's a fact,
But maybe that dies, someday comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix hair up pretty,
And meet me tonight in City.

Well I got a job and tried to put my away,
But I got debts that no man can pay.
So I drew I had from the Central Trust,
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast bus.

Everything dies, baby a fact
But maybe that dies, someday comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix hair up pretty,
And me tonight in Atlantic City.

Now our luck may have died, and our may be cold,
But you forever I'll stay.
We're goin' out where the sands to gold,
So put on your stockin's cause the gettin' cold.

And everything dies, baby a fact,
But maybe everything that dies, someday back.

Now I been lookin' for a job. but it's to find,
Down here it's just winners and losers, and don't get caught on the side of that line.
Well I'm tired of out on the losin' end,
So honey, last night I met guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him.

Well I everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything dies, someday comes back
So fix your up nice, and fix yourself up pretty,
And me tonight in Atlantic City.