Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well it's saturday in new jersey
And you're kinda wet
Now the heat is getting you worried
So you try to look as as you can as you sweat
And got a woman on the other side of the law
But it ain't to go see her yet
Because her ex-old a city cop
Who he's auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner kinda torn
And in the blue light
Where death was
The jazz blows his horn

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

But you passed out on and flew into a rage
And tried to revive you
to mouth
You felt a in your chest
As you passed the
And in the light lounge
The lights went
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 out when they pushed him in the hole
knows that he went out praying
Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk's
And alive with the light of the
Oh and mama can I walk you tonight
it's a big bad city
And boy's got a lot for the givingi'm stranded in the jungle
First stage 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 taxi driver who drives me around town
Telling of his back seat women

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