Luyện nghe bài hát Black Umbrella

In Sauget, Illinois there is a club called Pops. Its on a lawless piece of land with 24 hour strip bars and an O.T.B. I once went into the O.T.B. and saw the strangest collection of people one could imagine. It was Mos Eisley spaceport. A woman dressed like she had come straight from a jazz funeral walked in and no one seemed to notice her but myself. I guess anomaly is typical in Sauget. Eric plays on this track as well.

Money Mike, Pistol
both went down the street.
and snitches, lovers lane.
Hot summer. Hot rain.
Hit the bricks.
The got her tricks.
Shes the terror,
and theres the fairer.

O.T.B. was jammed.
Paper hands.
Nothing but smoke and cellar
And a Woman a black umbrella.

Little Lewis his shit.
10 to 1, collect.
Fish Head Phil, Ike
say they never got home night.
the breaker.
That girl no money maker.
Shes come to all the books,
and her good looks.

O.T.B. was jammed.
Paper hands.
Nothing left but smoke and
And a Woman a black umbrella.