Luyện nghe bài hát Morph The Cat

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

Gliding a big blue cloud
From Tomkins Square to Broadway
Beyond the park to Sugar
a minute for a latte

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

It's kind of like an arctic
Cool and and slightly rough
light on New York City
Like without the chintzy stuff

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

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

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

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

So rich is his
You can hear it sing
He the roofs
And bells begin to

Chinese can feel it now
Grand old gals at mass
Young
And models
on the grass

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