Luyện nghe bài hát Incident On 57th Street

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last
With arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin' his heart to the hard over on Easy Street
But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easily, and you know hearts these are cheap"
And the pimps their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater"
And the pimps their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar"
And from out of the shadows a young girl's voice, said, "Johnny, don't cry"
Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won't you me, what's your name?
I want to drive you down to the other side of
Where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All the golden-heeled fairies in a real
Pull .38's and their girls goodnight

Goodnight, alright, Jane
Now let them black boys in to the soul flame
We may it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may until the daylight, maybe

Well, like a cool Romeo he his moves, oh, she looked so fine
Like a late Juliet, she she'd never be true but then, she really didn't mind
Upstairs a was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home
She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can me tonight, but just don't leave me alone"
And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down, the cops have the vein"
Them boys left their homes for the woods
little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good
They the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye

Johnny was sittin' on the escape, watchin' the kids playin' down the street
He down, "Hey little heroes, summer's long, but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore"
Janey sleeps in sheets damp sweat
Johnny sits up and watches her dream on, dream on
And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks in the chapel after everyone's gone

Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
She says, "Those romantic young boys, all they ever to do is fight
Those romantic young boys, they're callin' the window
Hey, Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"

And whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight, Jane
I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's
We may it out on the street tonight, now, baby
Or we may until the daylight, maybe"
Goodnight, alright, Jane
I'm gonna you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
We can find it out on the street tonight, now,
Or we may until the daylight, maybe