Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well saturday night in new jersey
And feeling kinda wet
Now the summer heat is 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 cool to go see her yet
Because her man's a city cop
Who thinks auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the looking kinda torn
And in the blue lounge
death was born
The jazz musician blows his

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

But you passed out on stage and into a rage
And someone tried to you
Mouth to
You felt a in your chest
As you the crown
And in the light lounge
The went down
And the audience slipped out of town

Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out
Because he can't what you're saying
And the word's out when they pushed him in the
Everybody that he went out praying
Oh, now the park is dark but the bright
And alive with the light of the
Oh and mama can I walk you tonight
'cause it's a big bad
And this boy's got a lot for the givingi'm in the jungle
First stage at a company killing
I'm clutching my school diploma, shuffling my feet
Promised sixty a week
And top billing
Well you can live a of love in new york
if you don't, if you don't love living
And I met this taxi driver who me around town
Telling tales of his back seat

And out on the corner there's no to move
'cause everybody's so hard to groove
And in the light lounge
The jazz plays his blues