Luyện nghe bài hát Cuban Crime of Passion

Well now Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could like the stars
Ladies would pay and pay, one night he did up playin' in Havana town
Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire these were his final sounds

'Cause he met up Meritta
A dancer in from the
Half woman, half child, she's drove him half
He that lady the most

One night he did her
In the arms of Dan
So he a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own hand

It's just a Cuban of passion, messy and old fashioned
Yeah that's what the did say
It's a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a slashin'
Yeah but what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in

Well now they never found Meritta, some say she got ill
Billy had no one to claim him, he was buried on Pauper's Hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened a week ago
But people get by and people get in the tropics they come and they go

It's just a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old
Yeah what the papers did say
just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a slashin'
But that's the people like to read about
Up in America, up in