Luyện nghe bài hát Atlantic City

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

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

Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a
But maybe evrything dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your up pretty
And meet me tonight in city

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

Now, baby, dies, honey, that's a fact...

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

Now, I lookin for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and
Get caught on the wrong side of line
Well, Im of comin out on the losin end
So, honey, night I met this guy and Im gonna
Do a favor for him

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