Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

He was a canvas back'd brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a shirt full a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed
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 known to
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 of Trash, he could sling it around
On Street
She was the of Poverty, she followed him down
On Street

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

On Jazz
On Jazz
On Street

He had a fuzzy dash and a wheel made out of loggers chain
His stereo had remote control that was made in
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 mobile phone in her mobile home 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
Make believe that he had a fantasy 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 together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
a love like this, who could wish
For anything than heaven...

On Street
On Jazz
On Street

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

On Jazz
On Street
On Jazz