Luyện nghe bài hát Manhatten

Words and music by bob

davey's got a twelve gauge in his hand
It's off to the limit
He's got a vague
There's this liquor on madison
There's another one down on square
He's pretty sure no one's seen him
Down around

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

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

It's 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
desperate for a fix
His body's "get me high"
He through the door and lets one fly

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