Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz

Good evening & gentlemen
The Brood in

I saw the genius come out of the
freakin' out the old man in the
a sad jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet
whatever the offer he always more
hit you get that don't break y'r neck
is gonna make you feel
every you survive
is gonna make you last

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

the hassle
What's the

You my style you used my phone
you took my bike you me alone
I lost my job my family
I lost my my natural drive
The first I met you child
we were like in a cage
goin' I forgot
I guess we've got to turn the

So the hassle
I wonder the hassle