Luyện nghe bài hát Furry Sings The Blues

Old Beale is coming down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out ragtime blues
Handy's in bronze
And he's standing in a park
With a trumpet in his
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 Furry's
She's the old angel overseer

Pawn shops like gold tooth caps
In the gray
They the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass
Carrion and
Blue and silver sparkling
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Tennessee
Old Furry sings the
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll for you
It's muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I could feel

There's a double bill at the New Daisy
The old silent across the street
She's silent, for the wrecker's beat
Silent, are her stolen name
Diamond and satin dolls
laughter, ghosts, history falls
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the
He points a bony at you and
"I like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old standard joke
But true
We're only welcome for our drink and

W.C. Handy I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with you played
But I get such impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale
of the darktown society
Come out of the bricks at me
it's a Saturday night
They're in finery
it up and making deals
Furry sings the
Why should I expect old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to luck
And time and thieves
While our limo is on his shanty street
Old sings the blues