Luyện nghe bài hát Invitation to the Blues

Well, shes up the register, an apron and a spatula
With deliveries and tickets for bachelors
Shes a moving violation from her conk to her shoes
But shes just an invitation to the

But you like Cagney
And she looks like Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwabs
You wonder if she might be

a loner, likes to mingle
Got to be patience, try to up a clue
She says how you gonna
or scrambled?

Any way is the way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a getting out here
Its bus station and an old pair of shoes
nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you cant take your off her
Get cup of java
And its the way she pours it for you
Joking with the

Oh mercy, Mr. Percy, aint nothing back in jersey
But a broken down jalopy of a man I left
And a dream that I was chasing, a battle with
An open invitation to the

Ah, but shes had a sugar daddy and a candy apple
A account and everything
to the finer things
He her for a socialite

He didnt love her except at night and then hes
And even told her that he cared
So she took the registration, car and her shoes
Left an invitation to the blues

Now theres continental leaving
Local bus tonight, evening
You can my seat, Im sticking 'round here for a while
Get a room at

The filling stations hiring and I can cat here night
What the have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay, I choose
Ill your invitation to the blues