Luyện nghe bài hát Friday the 13th

It was a fine coast morning
And I found myself outside
The Cap 'N'
Tipping the hops
In to calm my dancing hands
You see I don't play
The watchdog routine
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 clinkin' glasses night
When I got three sheets to an ill
Myself in possession
Of a Double 5 Lincoln convert
Joey offered to skip me back to the
I awoke to a driveway
And a neighbor to chide
"Joey you off,
And got your ride!"

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

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

So the little hand hits
And who should
But a cat named Geronimo
An cat
In the textile

He said, "Joey knocked over a
And is low for a few,
But in your trunk he 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
Rosie appears
On her financially
Nightly exercise
I asked the
Of the thief in question
And she me that amphetamine stare
And said, "Joey A.?
I just got out of his
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,
the cops got your ride.
You're for solicitation,
-- you owe him one,
And the scather." He said,
"And another cat,
ask me for
favors!"