Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wait For Tom

Hes got the hands of a blind player
Hes got a for the dark like a soothsayer
He a little bow and tips his fedora
Shouts like hes gonna save and Gomorrah

Workin for the ex-railroad bum
barker for kingdom dot come
Dusty ol Gibson, thumb
out the rhythm on a fifty gallon drum

Dont wait for Tom, long gone, hes already moved on
wait for Tom
I saw an ol 55 Buick before the dawn
I said, Hey, hey Tom, the suns comin up, you got your on

Are you tryna it rain again?
Are you tryna it rain again?
Is it rainin just around bend?
Are you make it rain again?

Sittin in a corner with his pet
his cards into an old mans hat
He at the girls and they always grin back
He bets an old he could get em in the sack

He makes his own music the bell of a bone
A waitresss and a railroad phone
on his knees to an old tarantella
South of the border he stole it a fella

Oh, dont wait for Tom, Toms gone
Hes already moved on, dont for Tom
I saw an ol 55 Buick just before
I said, Hey, hey Tom, the suns up, you got your wipers on

Are you make it rain again?
Are you tryna it rain again?
Is it rainin around your bend?
Are you tryna make it rain

His triple jointed fingers splay like a scarecrow
He down and whistles to a fallen sparrow
His eyes light up when they wheel in a
He a dirty joke out of an old Baptist hymnal

He a tuxedo made of sackcloth and ashes
Has a tattoo of a who can bat her eyelashes
Down on the river he was with a sword
He knocked off the Baptist for a word from the Lord

He takes his with the blood of a turnip
Blushes his cheeks with an Amsterdam
Choppin up a rooster for a surprise
If the gravy dont getcha, hell getcha with his eyes, wait

Hey Tom, suns up, you got your wipers on
Dont for Tom, suns comin up, you got your wipers on
Hey Tom, oh, oh, Tom