Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

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

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

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

on Street
on Jazz
on Jazz

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

She had a mobile phone in her home that she loved to use
She'd been inspired by the girls she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes and her hope was to play the bluff
believe 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 him down
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Jazz