Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

Buy me a drink and I'll tell you I seen
And I'll give you a from the edge of a maniac's dream
That buys a widow spider with a riddle in his yarn
That's clinging to the furrow of a blind man's

I'll start talking from the brim of a thimble full of
On a train through the Bronx will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the of a scar
That stretched across the of my cheek like that

And then ducks beneath the of a fugitive's hat
You'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every
That left his shadow down on Saint Marks place

Hell, I'd double cross my mother if it was that they payed
And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit
He ain't got a prayer and his are numbered
And you'll him down like a dog

Well, it's a tough customer, getting in this trade
'Cause the heart pumps lemonade
And keeps a blind man talkin' alright
And I'm the only one who knows where he stayed last night

He was in a wreckin' in a switchblade storm
In a with nothing but revenge to keep him warm
And a half a million dollars in unmarked
Was the Nightstick's blanket in a chill

And as the buzzard a crooked sky
Beneath a black wing
He was dealin' high in the mud
And the deck against a dragnet's eye

A shivering in a miserable heap
the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleep
He was bleeding from a
Torn by a slug, fired from the of a two dollar gun

scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay to be a hero

He the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage
A king's for a bedspread that don't amount to nuthin'
Just strings on a busted ukulele
And the Nightstick leaned on a shillelagh
With the poison of a junkie's promise on his lip

He in the shadows screaming I ain't never been afraid
And he shot out every street light on the
Past the frozen ham and eggers at the arcade
And throwin' out of a blood stained salary
They dead in their tracks at the shootin' gallery

And they off a twenty-one gun salute
And from the corner of his eye, he the alabaster orbs
And from a dime a dance girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill
In her blouse and caught the and unusual punishment of her smile

And the Nightstick winked beneath a brim
no one seen hide nor hair of him see
No one but a on Riker's Island and me

And so if mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey blind man
Then you're mad enough to beyond where bloodhounds dare to go
If you want to know where the Nightstick's hidin' out
You be down at the ferry landin', oh, let's say bout past a nightmare

When twisted on a clock you tell 'em Nickels sentcha
Whiskey always makes him

You ask for Captain with the mud on his kicks
He's the skipper of the steamer
And she sails from the Bronx across the Styx
And a just a ticket for a dreamer

'Cause when the weather vane's sleepin' and the moon turns his
You crawl on belly 'long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and to die and stick a needle in your eye
he'd cut my bleedin' heart out if he found out that I squealed

'Cause you see a scarecrow, it's a hoodlum
Who marked the that he dealed
And pulled a switch
Out on the edge of Potter's