Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from street
He had a 65 and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets
It's a dead-end 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 hotel on street
Where the company girls and the go betweens are to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass
And if the truth known she liked 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 followed him
On Street

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Jazz

He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers
His stereo had remote control that was in Spain
He left his sister behind, she was time in the Federal Pen
Times were rough, but just tough 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 she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes and her only was to play the bluff
believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough

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 turn up
With a love like this, who wish
For anything than heaven...

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz

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

On Street
On Street
On Jazz