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 bantering dry in his throat.
"Is more than what she gave you?"
questioned man three as a flicker.
across 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.
Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone and calls you,
transfixed by you say "I ain't no guillotine"
The girl spoke the doorway in her rasping voice
"what he wants is in the house" the words there for a moment.
Bending forward she she plucked the ashes from his cigarette
and said nobody could understand.
Nobody could understand, could understand.
One of irritation you call back "why me?"
the vantage point the street
can be exhilarating falling back to a odyssey.
A track of thunder. lust of decomposed intensity.
I am I am I am I am...