Luyện nghe bài hát Faces

Faces cracked for reason beyond
His space is at the
He sleeps for five cents
Now he's headlights windshields with an old rag
It nine to five
and dirty he's an old tramp
He poses a dead man
The night train passes by Money's not the answer for and dancers
He's standing under street
He's of his old life
He his pretty young wife
The corner is his big
His brunch with Jim and
Boston blue laws ain't for
And newsprint is for
mattress for believers
Now he's power curves
His buddies think he's got nerve
Face had other lovers
Her smothered other numbers
He
Christmas all Saints protect him
His face is cracked for beyond recognition