Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from 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 trot and he a lot on his drum machine

She had a sweet-scented cool on jazz street
Where the company and the go betweens are known to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk - she 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 sling it around
On Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him
On Jazz

were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
With a love this, who could wish
For anything than heaven

On Jazz
On Street
On Street

He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of chain
His stereo had remote 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 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 believe that he had a fantasy was big enough

He was the of Trash, he could sling it around
On Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him
On Street

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

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz

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

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz