Luyện nghe bài hát Friday the 13th

It was a fine left coast
And I found planted outside
The Cap 'N'
Tipping back the
In order to my dancing hands
You see I usually don't
The tied-up routine
Looking up and down the
But this is the
A., my car and I
Were supposed to

You see Joey The and I
Were out clinkin' last night
When I got sheets to an ill wind
being in possession
Of a fine 5 Lincoln convert
Joey to skip me back to the crib
I awoke to a driveway
And a neighbor to chide
"Joey you off,
And he's got ride!"

Black cats, they don't me
I smile in bad
And I'm cool as the day is
But my car, daddy
dead wrong

It was now
And up scuffles The Shoe
A hot air merchant from way back
I inquired about 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 business

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 Slim
For your pleasure

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

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