Luyện nghe bài hát Faces

Faces cracked for beyond recognition
His is at the Palace
He for twenty five cents
Now he's wiping windshields with an old rag
It ain't to five
and dirty he's an old tramp
He like a dead man
The train passes by Money's not the answer for princes and dancers
He's standing under street
He's thinking of his old
He lost his pretty wife
The is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and
Boston blue laws for shitters
And is for cheaters
Cement for believers
Now he's shooting power
His buddies think he's got nerve
Missus had other lovers
Her arms smothered numbers
He
Christmas all Saints protect him
His is cracked for reason beyond recognition