Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a back'd scatter brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a shirt full a parakeets
It's a dead-end by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream
He was hot to and he beat a lot on his drum machine

She had a cool hotel on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go are known to meet
Her younger runs the desk - she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth were she liked to drink alone and it was just as well

He was the King of Trash, he could sling it
on Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him
on Street

They happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
a love like this, who could wish
for better than heaven...

on Jazz
on Street
on Street

He had a fuzzy and a steering wheel made out of loggers chain
His stereo had remote that was made in Spain
He left his sister behind, she was doin time in the Pen
Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man him

She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she to use
She'd been inspired by the that she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the and her only hope was to play the bluff
Make believe that he had a fantasy that was big

He was the of Trash, he could sling it around
on Street
She was the of Poverty, she followed him down
on Street

They were happy together, all their seemed to turn up seven
a love like this, who could wish
for anything than heaven...

on Street
on Street
on Jazz

He was the King of Trash, he sling it around
on Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him
on Jazz
They were movin feet tryin' to make ends meet
on Street
All the little birdies go tweet tweet on Jazz Street

on Street
on Jazz
on Jazz