Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a back'd scatter brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a shirt full a parakeets
a dead-end road 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 hotel on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go betweens are known to
Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass
And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was just as

He was the of Trash, he could sling 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 love like this, who could
For anything than heaven

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On Street
On Street

He had a dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers 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 tough enough for a man him

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

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

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

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On Jazz
On Jazz

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Street