Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz
He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer full a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal 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 younger 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 of Poverty, she followed him down
On Jazz

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

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz

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 in the Federal Pen
Times were rough, but just enough for a man like him

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

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

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

On Street
On Jazz
On Street

He was the King of Trash, he could 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 Jazz
All the little birdies go tweet tweet on Jazz Street

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz