Luyện nghe bài hát How Strange It Seems

I'm a driver in new york city
I've got kids on the lower east side
I'm not a strong man, I'm not very
But in rush hour hell you should see me

I'm a dressmaker in
my finger ain't that a shame
People come to and paw on my artwork
But no two of my are ever the same

How strange it to be me
If tomorrow I opened my
And myself somewhere else
I who I'd be

I'm the house man at a called the exit
The band I heard bored me to tears
But so often I hear one that moves me
Love for the is what keeps me here

How it seems to be me
I f tomorrow I opened my
And found somewhere else
I who I'd be

I'm a man
I talking 'bout money
I'm blues at the eight by ten
You go out searching for some grand
Don't 'bout me just drop by now and then

How it seems to be me
I f tomorrow I my eyes
And found myself somewhere
I who I'd be