Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a blur drizzle down the
as a neon stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
come here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM
and the piss yellow cabs
up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball
to be ticking off a joy ride to a place
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
under paid, over fed, a day and a dollar short
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the and I'm standin' on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and
it was a nickle two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt a provocative golden gate
and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night
starring E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the foot of 23rd
and a moon in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat)
and the El train came tumbling the trestles and it sounded
like the of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and I've been
for some of an emotional
investment with dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the are more than likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend