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 road by Love Canal where the moon eyed
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 and the go betweens are known to meet
Her younger sister runs the - she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was just as

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

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Jazz

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

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

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

They were happy together, all dice seemed to turn up seven
With a love like this, who could
for better than 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 movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet
on Street
All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Street

on Street
on Jazz
on Jazz