Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem/Cold Baloney

Summer night in
Man it's a hot
Well it's to hot to
And I'm to po' to eat
I care if I die or not

night in Harlem
Radiator get hot
That old landlord
He care if I
to death or not

Ah But Saturday night in
Now alright
Really
And your pretty thing
Yeah the party's out a

Sunday morning in
all dressed up
Now hip folks gettin home from are high the party
Good folks got up

Crooked
Wants a big
Send some old preacher
to the Holy
Oh honey,
you give your money
To that lyin' man

night in Harlem
Everything's
Shake thang
And shang a lang a a lang
The party's out a'

I tell you about Cold Baloney
I'm all by myself
Just years old
But I am cold
out cookin' steak for someone else

Sho' am
But I'm wait 'til momma comes
If the rich don't eat up all that good meat
I believe she gonna me some

I tell you about Harlem
cold Baloney and bread
If it wasn't fpr baloney
by now don't y'all
I a' been dead

I wanna tell you about

Po' mama, she sho' is
She said what cha son?
I believe baloney sandwich sho looks good
Would you fix your mama one?

Little red
Shake 'em on
Little light