Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well it's saturday night in new
And you're feeling wet
Now the summer is getting you worried
So you try to look as innocent as you can as you
And you've got a woman on the side of the law
But it ain't to go see her yet
her ex-old man's a city cop
Who he's auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner looking torn
And in the blue lounge
Where death was
The musician blows his horn

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

But you passed out on stage and into a rage
And someone tried to you
to mouth
You felt a in your chest
As you the crown
And in the blue lounge
The lights down
And the audience silently out of town

Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out
Because he can't understand what you're
And the word's out when they pushed him in the
knows that he went out praying
Oh, now the is dark but the sidewalk's bright
And alive with the of the living
Oh and mama can I walk you tonight
'cause it's a big bad
And this boy's got a lot for the stranded in the jungle
First stage witness at a killing
I'm clutching my high diploma, shuffling my feet
sixty bucks a week
And top billing
Well you can a life of love in new york
if you don't, if you don't love living
And I met this taxi driver who drives me around
tales of his back seat women

And out on the corner there's no to move
'cause everybody's trying so to groove
And in the blue light
The jazz musician plays his