Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wait For Tom

Hes got the hands of a piano player
Hes got a feel for the like a soothsayer
He takes a little bow and his fedora
Shouts like hes gonna save Sodom and

for the circus ex-railroad bum
Carnival for kingdom dot come
Dusty ol Gibson, opposable
Bangs out the rhythm on a gallon drum

Dont wait for Tom, Toms long gone, hes 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 make it again?
Are you tryna it rain again?
Is it rainin just your bend?
Are you tryna make it rain

Sittin in a with his pet muskrat
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 the bell of a bone
A waitresss and a railroad phone
on his knees to an old tarantella
South of the he stole it from a fella

Oh, dont wait for Tom, long gone
Hes already moved on, wait 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 just around your
Are you tryna make it again?

His triple jointed juke fingers splay like a
He kneels and whistles to a fallen sparrow
His eyes light up when wheel in a piano
He reads a dirty out of an old Baptist hymnal

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

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

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