Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

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

She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on jazz
Where the company girls and the go are known to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a brass bell
And if the truth were known she 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
With a love like this, who wish
for anything better heaven...

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Street

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

She had a mobile phone in her home that she loved to use
She'd inspired by the girls 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 King of Trash, he could it around
on Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him
on Street

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

on Street
on Street
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Street