Luyện nghe bài hát Cuban Crime of Passion

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

'Cause he met up Meritta
A dancer in the coast
Half woman, half child, she's him half wild
He loved that lady the

One he did find her
In the of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's
And then he his own cold hand

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

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

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