Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

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

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

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

Hell, I'd double cross my 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 days are
And you'll track him like a dog

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

He was in a wreckin' yard in a switchblade
In a wheelbarrow with but revenge to keep him warm
And a half a dollars in unmarked bills
Was the Nightstick's in a February chill

And as the buzzard drove a sky
a black wing halo
He was dealin' Chicago in the mud
And stackin' the against a dragnet's eye

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

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

He dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar
A king's ransom for a bedspread that amount to nuthin'
Just cobweb on a busted ukulele
And the leaned on a black shillelagh
the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip

He staggered in the screaming I ain't never been afraid
And he shot out every street on the promenade
Past the frozen ham and at the penny arcade
And throwin' out handfuls of a stained salary
They were dead in their tracks at the gallery

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

And the Nightstick winked beneath a rainsoaked
Ain't no one seen hide nor of him see
No one but a spade on Island and me

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

When it's twisted on a clock you tell 'em Nickels
always makes him talk

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

'Cause when the weather sleepin' and the moon turns 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 heart out if he found out that I squealed

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