Luyện nghe bài hát Morph The Cat

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

Gliding like a big cloud
From Tomkins to Upper Broadway
Beyond the park to Hill
a minute for a latte

He oozes down the heating
Swims like seaweed the hall
He briefly digs your pad
And seeps out through the

It's kind of like an mindbath
Cool and sweet and rough
light on New York City
Like Christmas without the stuff

What exactly he want
This puff of smoke
To make you feel all and cozy
you heard a good joke

Like you heard an Arlen
Or you bought a crazy hat
Like you had a Mango
Ooh - the Cat

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

kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York
Like Christmas without the stuff

So is his charisma
You can hear it sing
He skims the
And begin to ring

Chinese cashiers can it now
Grand old gals at mass
racketeers
And teenage
on the grass

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