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 gonna Sodom and Gomorrah

Workin for the ex-railroad bum
Carnival barker for kingdom dot
ol Gibson, opposable thumb
Bangs out the rhythm on a fifty gallon

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

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

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

He makes his own music from the 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, Toms long
Hes moved on, dont wait for Tom
I saw an ol 55 just before dawn
I said, Hey, hey Tom, the suns comin up, you got wipers on

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

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

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

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

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