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 by Love 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 on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go 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 Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
On Street

They were happy together, all their dice seemed to up seven
a love like this, who could wish
For anything better heaven

On Street
On Jazz
On Jazz

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

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

He was the King of Trash, he sling it around
On Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
On Jazz

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

On Street
On Street
On Street

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Street