Luyện nghe bài hát Manhatten

Words and music by bob

Shakey davey's got a twelve in his hand
It's sawed off to the
He's got a plan
this liquor store on madison
There's another one on washington square
He's pretty sure no one's seen him
Down around

The first one's birdshot the next four are aught buck
The last one's a slug just for luck
He's got his in his pocket
He to score as soon as he's done
He can't to get straight to get long gone

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

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

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