Luyện nghe bài hát Manhatten

Words and music by bob

Shakey davey's got a twelve gauge in his
It's off to the limit
got a vague plan
There's liquor store on madison
There's another one on washington square
He's sure no one's ever seen him
around there

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

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

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

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