Luyện nghe bài hát Morph The Cat

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

Gliding a big blue cloud
From Tomkins to Upper Broadway
Beyond the to Sugar Hill
Stops a minute for a

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

kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly
light on New York City
Like Christmas the chintzy stuff

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

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

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

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

So rich is his
You can almost it sing
He the roofs
And bells to ring

Chinese can feel it now
Grand old at evening mass
racketeers
And models
on the grass

Blessed Yankees an ally
When this comes to bat
joy to old Manhattan
All watch the for Morph the Cat