Luyện nghe bài hát Morph The Cat

High Manhattan town
floats and has a shape like that
Fans us who watch the skies
We know it's the Cat

Gliding a big blue cloud
From Square to Upper Broadway
Beyond the park to Hill
Stops a for a latte

He oozes down the duct
Swims like seaweed the hall
He briefly your wiggy pad
And out through the wall

It's of like an arctic mindbath
and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York
Christmas without the chintzy stuff

What exactly he want
Rabelaisian puff of smoke
To make you all warm and cozy
Like you a good joke

Like you an Arlen tune
Or you yourself a crazy hat
Like you had a Mango
Ooh - the Cat

He's all the talk in shops and
Sultan Place - the
playin' in da Bronx
Respects to the Cat

It's of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and rough
Liquid on New York City
Christmas without the chintzy stuff

So is his charisma
You can almost hear it
He the roofs
And begin to ring

cashiers can feel it now
Grand old at evening mass
racketeers
And teenage
Laughing on the

Blessed have an ally
When feline comes to bat
Bringing joy to old
All watch the skies for the Cat