Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well it's night in new jersey
And feeling kinda wet
Now the summer heat is you worried
So you try to look as as you can as you sweat
And you've got a on the other side of the law
But it ain't to go see her yet
Because her ex-old man's a cop
Who thinks he's auditioning for
So you stand on the corner looking torn
And in the blue lounge
Where was born
The jazz blows his horn

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

But you passed out on stage and flew into a
And someone to revive you
Mouth to
You a pain in your chest
As you passed the
And in the blue lounge
The lights down
And the audience silently out of town

now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud
Because he can't understand what saying
And the out when they pushed him in the hole
Everybody that he went out praying
Oh, now the is dark but the sidewalk's bright
And alive with the light of the
Oh and mama can I walk you home
it's a big bad city
And boy's got a lot for the givingi'm stranded in the jungle
First witness at a company killing
I'm my high school diploma, shuffling my feet
Promised sixty bucks a
And top billing
Well you can a life of love in new york
Only if you don't, if you don't living
And I met this taxi driver who drives me town
Telling of his back seat women

And out on the corner no room to move
everybody's trying so hard to groove
And in the blue light
The jazz musician his blues