Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Huck

of the river,
Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky
Huck standing a Saint, upon its deck
If ya catch a Saint,
then ja hook, let's take a walk...
'O to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirt-irty
say to Huck...
woah-woah, woah!
Huck! Huck!
Straight in the of the city goes Huck,
the heckoning streets of op-po-tunity
whistling his river-song...
And a bad-bline-nigger at the
Buts a to that sing-a-long
senses somthing's wrong!
Sirens in the city,
and lil-Ulysses turn to
Ol man River's got a to pick!
Our boys got a bone to suck!
He go, woah-woah, woah!
Huck! Huck!
The mo-o-o-on, its huge eye
watches the city streets
twist and and crack.
Saint Huck on a dog's-leg now
Saint goes on a dog's-leg now
Why, you the story!
Ya wake up one morning and ya find a thug
smoke fings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya knuckles
Ya bull briseting...
Huck he ventures on whistling,
and reckons Huckleberry's time is up,
O woah woah!
Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, pocket-watch an' wallet gone
Skin wraps his skeleton
No wonder he got thinner, not, with his dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Elvis
O you recall the ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol'
Life is a dream!
But ya trade in the Mighty ol' man
for the ol' Man Latrine!
The brothel
The bustle and the green-backs rustle
And all the
And the
And the two dollar
O o o ya onto luck, onto

Huck! Huck!