Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wait For Tom

Hes got the hands of a blind piano
Hes got a feel for the dark like a
He takes a little bow and his fedora
Shouts like hes save Sodom and Gomorrah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His triple jointed juke splay like a scarecrow
He kneels down and whistles to a sparrow
His eyes light up when they in a piano
He reads a dirty joke out of an old Baptist

He wears a made of sackcloth and ashes
Has a of a girl who can bat her eyelashes
on the river he was fishin with a sword
He knocked off John the Baptist for a from the Lord

He takes his with the blood of a turnip
Blushes his cheeks an Amsterdam tulip
Choppin up a for a pullet surprise
If the gravy dont getcha, hell with his eyes, don't wait

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