Luyện nghe bài hát Friday the 13th

It was a fine coast morning
And I myself planted outside
The Cap 'N'
back the hops
In order to calm my hands
You see I usually don't
The watchdog routine
up and down the street
But this is the
A., my car and I
Were to meet

You see Joey The and I
Were out glasses last night
When I got sheets to an ill wind
Myself being in
Of a Double 5 Lincoln convert
Joey offered to skip me to the crib
I to a barren driveway
And a started to chide
"Joey you off,
And he's got ride!"

Black cats, they bother me
I in bad company
And I'm as the day is long
But my car, daddy
That's dead

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

So the little hand hits
And who should
But a Cuban cat named
An cat
In the business

He said, "Joey knocked over a
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 your masticating

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

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