Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

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

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

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

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Street

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

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

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

They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up
With a love this, who could wish
for anything better heaven...

on Street
on Jazz
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Street
on Jazz