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 don't if I die or not

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

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

Sunday morning in
Everybody's all up
Now hip folks gettin home from are high from the
Good just got up

delegation
Wants a big
Send old jive preacher
to the land
Oh honey,
don't you your money
To that lyin' man

Saturday in Harlem
Everything's
your thang
And a lang a lang a lang
The out a' sight

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

Sho' am
But I'm gon' wait 'til comes
If the rich folk don't eat up all that meat
I she gonna bring me some

I wanna you about Harlem
cold Baloney and bread
If it wasn't fpr cold
by now y'all know
I would a' dead

I wanna you about Harlem

Po' mama, she is tired
She what cha eatin' son?
I that baloney sandwich sho looks good
Would you please fix mama one?

red light
Shake 'em on
Little green