Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

Buy me a drink and I'll you what I seen
And I'll you a bargain 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 talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey
On a train the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the of a bottle to the highway of a scar
That stretched across the of my cheek like that

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

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

Well, it's a tough customer, getting in this trade
'Cause the Nightstick's heart pumps
And whiskey a blind man talkin' alright
And I'm the only one who knows just 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 a million dollars in unmarked bills
Was the Nightstick's blanket in a February

And as the drove a crooked sky
Beneath a wing halo
He was dealin' Chicago in the mud
And stackin' the deck a dragnet's eye

A shivering in a miserable heap
the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleep
He was from a buttonhole
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' you have to pay to be a hero anyhow

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

He staggered in the shadows screaming I ain't been afraid
And he out every street light on the promenade
Past the ham and eggers at the penny arcade
And throwin' out handfuls of a stained salary
They were dead in tracks at the shootin' gallery

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

And the Nightstick winked a rainsoaked brim
Ain't no one hide nor hair of him see
No one but a spade on Riker's and me

And so if you're mad enough to to a full of whiskey blind man
you're mad enough to look 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 half past a

When it's twisted on a clock you tell 'em 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 vane's sleepin' and the moon turns his back
You crawl on belly 'long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and hope to die and stick a in your eye
'Cause he'd cut my bleedin' heart out if he found out I squealed

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