Luyện nghe bài hát Atlantic City

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

Now there's trouble busin' in out of state,
And the D.A. get no relief.
Gonna be a out on the promenade,
And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the of its teeth.

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

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

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

Now our luck may have died, and our may be cold,
But with you forever stay.
We're out where the sands turnin' to gold,
So put on your cause the nights gettin' cold.

And dies, baby that's a fact,
But maybe that dies, someday comes back.

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

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