Luyện nghe bài hát Drops From The Faucet

Drops in the faucet like a heart
Beat on my sink a rhythm avant-garde
I page through the phone book, reach for my pen
Is he comin' in for the to haunt me again?

I call up the central, information please
Is that nickel line on time, oh
And it's a with a wave
We've both forgot and forgave time

A peddler of pots and pans down on Union
Said City wants us off the street
no Christmas in the air
Some were waiting
Carnation lapels

Their big cars line the curbs those grand hotels
I a Marquee, Third Avenue
with Loretta Young and I swung myself around
And headed to the train

So this is New Year's Eve another has passed
We so patiently, still they come and go so fast
I stand on this platform wait for basket of light
And the of the whistle screamin' out
a hot trumpet in the night

And as I'm waitin' I why and where
And went wrong
But this song don't tell no
It was just a good-bye