Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well saturday night in new jersey
And you're kinda wet
Now the heat is getting you worried
So you try to look as innocent as you can as you
And you've got a woman on the other of the law
But it ain't to go see her yet
Because her man's a city cop
Who he's auditioning for dragnet
So you on the corner looking kinda torn
And in the blue lounge
death was born
The jazz musician blows his

You pop a letter to your baby in
'cause you're feeling down
kinda small but at least she's a rich one
Oh, and she needs you bad
And sometimes all that counts
You had a teenage and flying hands
And oh, you was pretty big, you pretty big in the

But you out on stage and flew into a rage
And someone tried to you
to mouth
You felt a pain in your
As you passed the
And in the blue light
The lights went
And the audience silently out of town

Well now the he burns you for laughing out loud
Because he can't understand what you're
And the word's out when they him in the hole
Everybody knows he went out praying
Oh, now the park is but the sidewalk's bright
And alive with the light of the
Oh and mama can I you home tonight
it's a big bad city
And this boy's got a lot for the givingi'm in the jungle
stage witness at a company killing
I'm clutching my school diploma, shuffling my feet
sixty bucks a week
And guaranteed top
you can live a life of love in new york
Only if you don't, if you love living
And I met this driver who drives me around town
Telling tales of his back women

And out on the corner there's no to move
'cause trying so hard to groove
And in the blue lounge
The jazz musician his blues