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 shirt a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon dream
He was hot to trot and he a lot on his drum machine

She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on jazz
Where the company girls and the go betweens are to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk - she a little brass bell
And if the truth were known she liked to 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 followed him
on Jazz

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Street

He had a dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers chain
His had remote control that was made in Spain
He left his sister behind, she was doin time in the 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 inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes and her only hope was to the bluff
believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough

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

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

on Jazz
on Jazz
on Jazz

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

on Street
on Jazz
on Jazz