Luyện nghe bài hát On Blonde Street

Well the Sun pokes Blonde Street
and on the cracks
On the walls and the
and they shine back

clutches her rosary
and her window she sees
Lots of social
from the people down on Blonde

Thru' the peephole she the Landlord
who's come for more than her
He says, "I'm you out pronto.
your body gives me consent"

But Patsy won't give just any guy
Crushed a grape
from where she hide...you see
is not her cup of tea...yeah
But she says,

"I WANNA LIVE ON STREET
I LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"

There's a in the next room
some guy die on T.V.
There are in the basement
some kind of touchin' spree

Down the hall young Jimbo
who's got his heart in
the girlfriend he got pregnant
is going on Sally Jesse

Patsy laughs at her
They're tryin' to marry rich
They all around the sofa and say
"Hey, ain't a bitch?"

And is a Planet
Where she'll her man
She'll sail thru' the hole
'til it's his she's in

eyes like Walnuts and Cinnamon skin
She won't be living the of a Nun
and what she gets...

(CHORUS)

Her don't mean nothing
So she them away
Like that in his bedroom
When he just like
a Young
and she was the, "Catch of the Day"...

Now walkin' down Blonde Street
Where there's so places to hide
She's got a River of
of locked up inside...

But she just to Fly...
and she says...

"I LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
I LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"

(c) 1996 Stephen Bishop Publishing Co./BMI