Luyện nghe bài hát Friday the 13th

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

You see The Amateur and I
Were out glasses last night
When I got three to an ill wind
Myself in possession
Of a fine Double 5 Lincoln
offered to skip me back to the crib
I awoke to a driveway
And a started to chide
"Joey you off,
And got your ride!"

Black cats, don't bother me
I smile in bad
And I'm cool as the day is
But takin' my car,
That's wrong

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

So the hand hits three
And who appear
But a Cuban cat Geronimo
An cat
In the textile

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

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

I
"Kill A.!" when 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 another cat,
ask me for
favors!"