Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

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

She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on street
Where the company 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 it around
on Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
on Jazz

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

on Street
on Street
on Street

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

She had a mobile in her mobile home that she loved to use
been inspired by the girls 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 King of Trash, he could it around
on Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
on Jazz

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

on Street
on Jazz
on Jazz

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

on Street
on Jazz
on Street