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 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 girls and the go betweens are known to
Her sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was as well

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

They were happy together, all 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 loggers
His stereo had remote control that was made in
He left his sister behind, she was doin in the Federal Pen
Times were rough, but tough enough for a man like him

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

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

On Street
On Street
On Jazz

He was the King of Trash, he could sling it
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 birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street

On Street
On Jazz
On Street