Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

Buy me a and I'll tell you what I seen
And I'll give you a bargain from the edge of a dream
That buys a black widow with a riddle in his yarn
That's clinging to the furrow of a blind brow

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

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

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

Well, it's a tough customer, you're getting in this
'Cause the Nightstick's heart pumps
And whiskey a blind man talkin' alright
And I'm the only one who knows just where he last night

He was in a yard in a switchblade storm
In a wheelbarrow with nothing but to keep him warm
And a half a million dollars in unmarked
Was the blanket in a February chill

And as the buzzard a crooked sky
Beneath a black wing
He was high Chicago in the mud
And stackin' the deck against a eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it's twisted on a clock you tell 'em sentcha
Whiskey always him talk

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

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

'Cause you see a scarecrow, it's just a
Who the cards that he dealed
And a gypsy switch
Out on the of Potter's Field