Luyện nghe bài hát Morph The Cat

High above Manhattan
What floats and has a shape like
like us who watch the skies
We know it's the Cat

Gliding a big blue cloud
From Tomkins Square to Broadway
the park to Sugar Hill
Stops a for a latte

He down the heating duct
Swims like seaweed down the
He digs your wiggy pad
And seeps out through the

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

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

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

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

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

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

cashiers can feel it now
Grand old gals at evening
racketeers
And teenage
on the grass

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