Luyện nghe bài hát Drops From The Faucet

Drops in the faucet a nervous heart
on my porcelain 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 Grand central, please
Is that nickel line on time, oh
And it's a hair-do with a
We've both forgot and last time

A peddler of and pans down on Union Square
City Hall wants us off the street
There's no in the air
Some were waiting
Carnation lapels

Their big cars line the outside those grand hotels
I passed a Marquee, Third
Ramona with Loretta Young and I swung around
And uptown to the train

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

And as I'm waitin' I why and where
And what wrong
But this song tell no lies
It was just a good-bye