Luyện nghe bài hát Manhatten

Words and by bob seger

Shakey got a twelve gauge in his hand
It's sawed off to the
He's got a vague
this liquor store on madison
There's another one on washington square
He's pretty sure no one's ever him
Down there

The first one's birdshot the next four are double aught
The last one's a slug just for good
He's got his in his pocket
He wants to score as as he's done
He can't wait to get to get long gone

He puts on his coat scribbles off a short note
Sits himself down and for the sun to go down

right around midnight and there's still too damn many people on this street
He's walked all the way from park he's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet
He's for a fix
His screamin' "get me high"
He through the door and lets one fly

Sunrise in the park and cold as stone
He got bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of pushed around
Most folks are just wakin' up in this big town