Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

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

She had a sweet-scented cool on jazz street
the company girls and the go betweens are known to meet
Her sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass 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 sling it
on Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Street
on Jazz

He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers
His stereo had remote control that was made in
He left his sister behind, she was time in the Federal Pen
Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man 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 ropes and her only hope was to play the
believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough

He was the King of Trash, he could it around
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 like this, who could wish
for better than heaven...

on Jazz
on Street
on Jazz

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

on Street
on Jazz
on Street