Luyện nghe bài hát Furry Sings The Blues

Old Beale Street is down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Boy's gone
Faded out ragtime blues
Handy's cast in
And he's in a little park
With a in his hand
Like he's back to the good old bands
And the click of high shoes
Old Furry sings the
up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And there
For her kindness and beer
She's the old man's overseer

Pawn shops like gold tooth caps
In the decay
They chew the few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
Carrion and
Blue and sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Memphis
Old Furry sings the
You him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
It's mostly now and sideshow spiel
But there was one he played
I really feel

a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old silent across the street
She's silent, waiting for the beat
Silent, are her stolen name
Diamond boys and satin
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the
He a bony finger at you and
"I don't you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But true
We're welcome for our drink and smoke

W.C. Handy I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with what you
But I get strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Street
of the darktown society
Come right out of the at me
Like a Saturday night
in their finery
Dancing it up and deals
Furry sings the
Why should I that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard
And time and other
While our limo is shining on his shanty
Old Furry sings the