Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a canvas back'd brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer full a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the eyed dream
He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his machine

She had a sweet-scented hotel on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go betweens are to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a 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 Jazz
She was the Angel of Poverty, she him down
On Jazz

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

On Street
On Street
On Street

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

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

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

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Jazz

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Jazz