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 black 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 through the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a
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 rat on every face
That ever left his shadow on Saint Marks place

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

Well, it's a customer, you're 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 where he stayed night

He was in a wreckin' yard in a storm
In a wheelbarrow with nothing but 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 black wing
He was dealin' high in the mud
And stackin' the deck against a eye

A shivering Nightstick in a heap
the siren 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' you have to pay to be a hero anyhow

He the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar 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 poison of a junkie's broken 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 frozen ham and eggers at the penny
And throwin' out handfuls of a stained salary
They were dead in their tracks at the gallery

And they fired off a twenty-one gun
And the corner of his eye, he caught the alabaster orbs
And from a dime a hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill
In her blouse and caught the cruel and 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 listen to a of whiskey blind man
Then you're mad 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 past a nightmare

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

You ask for Charon with the mud on his kicks
He's the of the deadline steamer
And she sails 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 turns his
You crawl on your belly the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and 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 marked the cards he dealed
And pulled a switch
Out on the edge of Potter's