Luyện nghe bài hát Friday the 13th

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

You see Joey The and I
out clinkin' glasses last night
When I got three sheets to an ill
Myself being in
Of a fine 5 Lincoln convert
Joey offered to skip me to the crib
I awoke to a barren
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 takin' my car,
That's wrong

It was now
And up scuffles The Shoe
A real hot air merchant from way
I about 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 hand hits three
And who should
But a Cuban cat Geronimo
An cat
In the textile

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

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

I
"Kill A.!" when the bar keep came out
To simmer my boil
He said, "Joey A. just on the blower,
He said you better 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!"