Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well saturday night in new jersey
And you're kinda wet
Now the summer heat is you worried
So you try to as innocent as you can as you sweat
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 thinks auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner kinda torn
And in the blue light
Where was born
The musician blows his horn

You pop a to your baby in richmond
you're feeling pretty down
She's kinda small but at least a rich one
Oh, and she you real bad
And that's 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 to revive you
Mouth to
You felt a in your chest
As you the crown
And in the blue lounge
The went down
And the audience slipped silently out of

Well now the atheist he you for laughing out loud
Because he can't what you're saying
And the out when they pushed him in the hole
Everybody knows that he went out
Oh, now the park is dark but the bright
And with the light of the living
Oh and mama can I walk you tonight
it's a big bad city
And this boy's got a lot for the givingi'm stranded in the
stage witness at a company 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 town
Telling tales of his back women

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