Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well it's saturday night in new
And feeling kinda wet
Now the summer heat is getting you
So you try to look as 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
Because her ex-old a city cop
Who thinks auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner looking torn
And in the blue light
Where was born
The jazz musician blows his

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

But you out on stage and flew into a rage
And tried to revive you
to mouth
You felt a pain in 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 out loud
Because he can't what you're saying
And the word's out they pushed him in the hole
knows that he went out praying
Oh, now the is dark but the sidewalk's bright
And alive with the light of the
Oh and can I walk you home tonight
'cause it's a big bad
And this boy's got a lot for the stranded in the jungle
First stage at a company killing
I'm my high school diploma, shuffling my feet
sixty bucks a week
And top billing
Well you can live a life of in new york
if you don't, if you don't love living
And I met this driver who drives me around town
Telling tales of his back women

And out on the there's no room to move
'cause everybody's trying so to groove
And in the light lounge
The musician plays his blues