Luyện nghe bài hát How Strange It Seems

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

I'm a in louisiana
Stick my finger that a shame
People come to haggle and paw on my
But no two of my dresses are the same

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

I'm the house man at a place called the
The last band I heard me to tears
But every so often I hear one that me
for the music is what keeps me here

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

I'm a man
I ain't talking 'bout
I'm singer at the eight by ten
You go out searching for grand tomorrow
Don't worry me just drop by now and then

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