Luyện nghe bài hát Drops From The Faucet

The drops the faucet like a nervous heart
Beat on my sink a rhythm avant-garde
I page the phone book, reach for my fountain pen
Is he coming in for the holidays to haunt me
I call up the Central, "information please"
Is nickel line on time, "oh fine"
a hair-do with a wave
We both forgot and forgave time

A peddler of pots and pans down on Square
City Hall wants us off the street
There's no in the air
Some were waiting
bright lapels
Their big cars line the curbs outside those hotels
I passed a marquee, Avenue
"Ramona" Loretta Young and I swung myself around
I headed to the train

So this is New eve another year has passed
We wait so patiently, the car goes so fast
I stand on platform, wait for that basket of light
And the sound of the screaming out
Like some hot in the night
And as I'm waiting I wonder why and
And what went
But song don't tell no lies
It was just a good-bye