Luyện nghe bài hát Atlantic City

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

Now, there's trouble bustin in outta state
And the d.a. can't get no
be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the of his teeth

Well now, evrything dies, baby, a fact
But maybe evrything that dies comes back
Put your on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me in atlantic 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 central
And I bought us two on that coast city bus

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

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

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

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