Luyện nghe bài hát Pam the Hawk

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

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

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

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

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

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