Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wait For Tom

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

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

Dont for Tom, Toms 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 just around your bend?
Are you make it rain again?

Sittin in a with his pet muskrat
Tossin his cards into an old hat
He grins at the girls and they always grin
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 knees to an old
South of the border he stole it from a

Oh, dont for Tom, Toms long gone
Hes already on, dont wait for Tom
I saw an ol 55 Buick before 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 rainin just your bend?
Are you tryna it rain again?

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

He wears a tuxedo made of sackcloth and
Has a of a girl who can bat her eyelashes
on the river he was fishin 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 with an Amsterdam tulip
Choppin up a rooster for a surprise
If the dont getcha, hell getcha with his eyes, don't wait

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