Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Jack Kerouac

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

He his words from mouths of
Babes got in the world
Hip flask slingin'
Steamin' caf'
all spoke through you

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

You chose your words from of
Babes got in the world
The hip flask madmen
caf' flirts
In Chinatown, at night

baby, why so jaded?
Have the all grown up
And their beauty
Billy, what a saint they you
You're just like Mary in Mexico
On all day

You chose your from mouths of
Babes lost in the
Cool junk madmen
minded girls
In Harlem, howlin' at

What a tear stained, of the world
You've away without sayin'
Sayin'