Luyện nghe bài hát Joe's Place

There's a place called Joe's some of us go
When the working day is through
Through the neon and smoke, we laugh and jokes
And down a cold one or two

There's a jukebox that's of records
By Willie, and Jones
There's a of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
Hanging side by on the wall

Down at place, it's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar and a ribbon sign
Ol' boys and sitting side by side
Down at Joe's place, down at place

Along midnight, a few hangers on
Are hanging out at the bar
If the telephone rings, an understood thing
Joe don't know where are

At a in the corner
a young man and an empty chair
His in his hands, tears in his eyes
And a girlfriend's ring there

Down at place, it's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar and a blue ribbon
Ol' boys and bankers sitting by side
Down at Joe's place, down at Joe's

Pickled eggs in a jar and a blue sign
Ol' boys and bankers sitting by side
Down at place, down at Joe's place
Joe's place, go to Joe's place