Luyện nghe bài hát Friday the 13th

It was a fine left coast
And I myself planted outside
The Cap 'N'
back the hops
In order to my dancing hands
You see I usually play
The tied-up watchdog
up and down the street
But is the corner
A., my car and I
Were supposed to

You see The Amateur and I
Were out clinkin' glasses night
When I got sheets to an ill wind
Myself being in
Of a fine Double 5 Lincoln
Joey offered to me back to the crib
I awoke to a driveway
And a neighbor started to
"Joey you off,
And he's got ride!"

Black cats, they bother me
I in bad company
And I'm cool as the day is
But takin' my car,
That's wrong

It was now
And up scuffles Benny The
A real hot air merchant way back
I inquired Joey A.
And my Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his
And to me,
"Joe's the short,
da oil
He'll be by three."

So the little hits three
And who should
But a Cuban cat Geronimo
An cat
In the textile

He said, "Joey over a racketman
And is low for a few,
But in trunk he left you some treasure
A pint of rye and a case of Jim's
For masticating pleasure

Now ten p.m. me
Hot as a hophead's
When Rosie
On her financially
Nightly routine
I the whereabouts
Of the thief in question
And she shot me that amphetamine
And said, "Joey A.?
I got out of his Lincoln
On Way."

I
"Kill Joey A.!" when the bar keep out
To simmer my slow
He said, "Joey A. just on the blower,
He said you skip town,
'Cause the cops got ride.
wanted for solicitation,
-- you owe him one,
And the scather." He said,
"And thing cat,
ask me for
favors!"