Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Street

(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch)

When the is lost I can find it
I go down to a street I
It's a place where live to unwind it
lay back and just keep rolling

Sax man steps out
Doesn't care who it

Gypsy bass picks a place where working
The drummer lays out some real life

When old soul needs clearing
I stay until bring me back

It the radio
Living to play, you
Down on street
(meet me down on street, yeah)
This ain't hollywood
They do it good
on jazz street

Down on jazz street there's one kind of
Love the truth and they hate the
It's a church though it don't a steeple
the ones who know what this life is

Down they step out
They care who feels it

Every they set me (to) flying
Seen them raise up the and dying
When old heart is weary
give you everything you lack
So when soul needs clearing
Go down they can bring you back

It ain't the
Living to play, you
Down on jazz