Luyện nghe bài hát Pam the Hawk

She walks the streets of Soho, every day.
From 'til dusk, always walks a different way.
Past every bar, restaurant and pub,
In her clammy green palm, she'd turn and rub
A few coppers, a nice of change.

But for a she can and will arrange
A signed photo, a kiss, a warm hug.
Until your shoulder, she spots another likely mug.
She'd be the richest woman, in all of the end they say,

If every penny earned she didn't spend.
In the bookies, on the horses, the Street arcade.
There's not a single fruit she hasn't played.
A toothless smile, like a machine gun.

But it comes to business, got all others on the run.
On wings, that little bird of prey
She swoops, she dives, her carried away.

Pam the hawk.
Oh she'd be the woman in all of the west end
If every penny earned she didn't spend
In the bookies, on the gee-gees, the Wardour arcade.
There's not a single fruit she hasn't played.

On anorak wings, a bird of prey.
She swoops, she dives, her prize away.
Oh, Pam the hawk.