Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Ryall

Johnny is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some
He knows the time with the Gucci watch
He's even more over than the Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a to four
he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Living on time and borrowed money
on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and me down clothes
A rockabilly past of nobody knows
Makes his home all over the
He goes to sleep by falling on his face
Sometimes as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's phoneless
on the street in a cardboard box
He's better off than smokin' the rocks
Johnny Ryall, Johnny

He where he lies
covered with flies
He's got the me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Go and get your head together
Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a
at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly
is where he's from
He in the street but he's no bum
A rockabilly from the days of old
He used to have all filled with gold
A platinum voice but gold records
On the bass was on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton the Gucci guitar
Ryall
Who do you you are
Ryall, Johnny Ryall

Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar you know it's for
Bottle after bottle he'll need more
no less important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot of but he don't drink piss
Paid his dues the blues
He claims that he the Blue Suede Shoes
shaved his head when he went into the army
That's right y'all his is

Johnny Ryall, Ryall