Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Jack Kerouac

Hey Kerouac
I think of your
And the she cried
would cry for none other
Than her little boy lost in a world that hated
And dared to drag him down
Her little boy

He chose his from mouths of
Babes got in the world
Hip slingin' madmen
Steamin' flirts
all spoke through you

Hey Jack, now for the part
When you were the brightest
Who were the
Of the San Francisco beat
You were the
Now sit and rattle their bones
And think of their blood stoned

You chose your from mouths of
got lost in the world
The hip flask slingin'
caf' flirts
In Chinatown, howlin' at

Allen baby, why so
Have the all grown up
And their faded?
Billy, a saint they made you
You're like Mary down in Mexico
On all day

You chose your from mouths of
Babes in the world
junk bootin' madmen
Street minded
In Harlem, howlin' at

a tear stained, shock of the world
You've gone without sayin'
Sayin'