Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Hey Charlie I'm and living on the 9th street
Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid
And I stopped dope and I quit drinkin' whiskey
And my old man the trombone works out at the track

He says that he me, though it's not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up he would his own son
He gave me a ring that was by his mother
He takes me out dancin' Saturday night

Hey Charlie I think you every time I pass a fillin' station
Account of all the grease you used to wear in your
Still have record, little Anthony and The Imperials
Someone stole my record player now how do you like

Hey Charlie I went crazy after Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live my folks
Everyone I used to know was either dead or in
So came back to Minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna

Hey Charlie I think I'm happy for the first time my accident
I wish I had all the money that we used to on dope
Buy me a car lot wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car day, dependin' on how I feel

Hey Charlie for Chris sakes if you to know the truth of it?
I have a husband he don't play the trombone
And I to borrow money to pay this lawyer
And Charlie, hey I'll be eligible for parole Valentines day