Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz

Good evening ladies &
The Brood in

I saw the genius out of the bottle
out the old man in the candystore
a sad eyed jazz-cat to sell his trumpet
whatever the offer he always more
Every hit you get that don't y'r neck
is gonna make you feel
every storm you
is gonna make you last

Holes in the paper where should be
I guess it's it's so hard to see
I wanna laugh & again I wanna cry
I dance, I gotta die
mornin's in the subway train
I shouldn't be there in vain
whiskey in the ice-box TV
& for you've got me
so I

the hassle
What's the

You took my style you used my
you took my bike you left me
I lost my job my life
I my guts my natural drive
The time I met you child
we like tigers in a cage
goin' I forgot
I guess we've got to turn the

So the hassle
I what's the hassle