Luyện nghe bài hát Memphis

"He can't get with by the time,
he gets in of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one.
At a little 5'oclock he when through the basement.
"Yes or no!" demanded man two humor dry in his throat.
"Is there than what she gave you?"
questioned man three as a flicker.
Waved his eyes. "No!"
The space constitutes a classic climate
happens to now everyone in the room.
You feel a dying sound listen to the time of your life.
Standstill stricken.
the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you,
transfixed by you say "I ain't no guillotine"
The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping
"what he is in the house" the words hung there for a moment.
Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his
and said nobody could understand.
Nobody could understand, could understand.
One moment of irritation you call "why me?"
the point above the street
can be falling back to a perspective odyssey.
A track of thunder. lust of decomposed intensity.
I am I am I am I am...