Luyện nghe bài hát Invitation To The Blues

Well up against the register
an apron and a spatula
With deliveries
And the tickets for the
She's a moving
From her conk to her shoes
But just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just Cagney
She looks like Hayworth
At the of the
Schwab's drug
You if she might be single
She's a and likes to mingle
Got to be and pick up a clue

She says, "How you like 'em
medium or scrambled?
You say "Anyway's the only way", be not to gamble
On a guy a suitcase
And a ticket out of here
In a tired bus and an old pair of shoes
But it ain't nothin' but an to the blues

But you can't your eyes off her get another cup of java
And it's just the way she it for you
Joking with the customers mercy Mr. Percy
There nothin' back in Jersey
But a broken-down of a man I left behind
And a dream that I was and a battle with booze
And an invitation to the blues

But she's had a sugar daddy and a candy caddy
And a bank account and everything accustom to the finer
He probably left her for a
And he didn't love her except at
And then drunk and never even told her that he cared
So took the registration and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an to the blues

'Cause there's a Trailways leavin'
bus tonight, good evenin'
You can have my seat, I'm stickin' 'round for a while
Get me a room at the squire the fillin' hirin'
And I can eat every night what the hell have I got to lose
Got a crazy go or stay and I've got to choose
And I'll accept invitation to the blues