Luyện nghe bài hát Atlantic City

Well, they up the chicken man in philly last night
Now, they up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk gettin ready for a fight
see what them racket boys can do

Now, there's trouble bustin in from state
And the d.a. get no relief
Gonna be a out on the promenade
And the gamblin hangin on by the skin of his teeth

Well now, evrything dies, baby, a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday back
Put your makeup on, fix hair up pretty
And me tonight in atlantic city

Well, I got a job and tried to put my money
But I got that no honest man can pay
So I drew I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on coast city bus

Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, a fact...

Now our luck may have died and our love may be
But with you forever I'll
Were out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights cold
And evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But evrything that dies someday comes back

Now, I been for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just and losers and don't
Get caught on the side of that line
Well, Im tired of out on the losin end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im
Do a little for him

Well, I everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes
Put makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic