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 shirt full a
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 girls and the go betweens are known to
Her younger sister the desk - 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 could sling it
on Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Jazz

He had a fuzzy dash and a wheel 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
were rough, but just tough enough for a man like him

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

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

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

on Jazz
on Street
on Street

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

on Jazz
on Street
on Street