Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well it's saturday in new jersey
And feeling kinda wet
Now the heat is getting 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 kinda
And in the blue lounge
death was born
The jazz musician his horn

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

But you passed out on stage and flew into a
And someone to revive you
Mouth to
You felt a pain in chest
As you passed the
And in the light lounge
The went down
And the slipped silently out of town

Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out
Because he can't understand you're saying
And the word's out when pushed him in the hole
Everybody knows 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 this boy's got a lot for the givingi'm in the jungle
First stage witness at a killing
I'm clutching my school diploma, shuffling my feet
sixty bucks a week
And guaranteed top
Well you can live a of love in new york
Only if you don't, if you don't 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 trying so hard to
And in the blue lounge
The musician plays his blues