Luyện nghe bài hát Hot City Symphony, Pt2 - Man in the Jar

I got a on a rainy Monday
Business was
so I flipped open a fresh packet of
and considered the
Was her daddy
Was it for my baby?
But there's one thing me
Who was the man in the
The fog drifted down over the
I up the collar of my coat
I get over there fast, fast, fast
Call me a cab, me a cab
I entered the
the french windows
There on the floor was all that was
Of the man no face

Was the name of the
Of the man with no
The man in the jar

Was the of the dame
with the frame
The man in the jar

I'm telling a
Of a beautiful
Whose was bad

Don't me no jive
staying alive
The man in the jar, The man in the jar
He get out, he wanna get out
Smashin' the glass, the glass, smashin' the glass
The man in the jar

I this was the grande finale
'Cos Hot City was too hot for
That was the name of the frail who ended in
me as a patsy
Honey my gun
Sixteen guys entered the at the same time
that can only that
I be the man in the jar

Hot
me the phone
Then leave me
I'm the man in the jar

You got me all
I'm along
the man in the jar

Zaba zaba zaba da ba da za zaba da ba
Zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba

The man in the jar
The man in the jar
He get out
He get out
He's the glass
smashin' the glass
He's smashin' the
The man in the jar

(But don't play the Hot City Symphony)