Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a canvas scatter brain from jazz street
He had a 65 and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love where the moon eyed dream
He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum

She had a cool hotel on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go betweens are to meet
Her younger sister runs the - she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth were known she liked to drink 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 Street

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

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz

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 enough for a man like him

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

He was the of Trash, he could 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 anything than heaven...

On Street
On Jazz
On Street

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Jazz