Luyện nghe bài hát Drops From The Faucet

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

I call up the Grand central, information
Is that nickel on time, oh fine
And it's a hair-do a wave
We've both forgot and forgave time

A peddler of pots and down on Union Square
City Hall wants us off the street
There's no in the air
Some high-brows waiting
bright lapels

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

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

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