Luyện nghe bài hát Memphis

"He get away with by the time,
he gets in front of the jury be a good boy;" said man one.
At a little before he when through the basement.
"Yes or no!" demanded man two bantering dry in his throat.
"Is there than what she gave you?"
man three as a growing flicker.
Waved his eyes. "No!"
The space surrounds constitutes a classic
happens to now everyone in the room.
You feel a dying sound listen to the time of your life.
Standstill stricken.
Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone and calls you,
by committed 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 the ashes from his cigarette
and said something could understand.
Nobody understand, nobody could understand.
One moment of irritation you call "why me?"
the vantage point the street
can be exhilarating falling to a perspective odyssey.
A track of thunder. lust of decomposed intensity.
I am I am I am I am...