Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Huck

of the river,
Born of its never-changing, never-changing water
Huck like 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 arms of the city Huck,
down the heckoning of op-po-tunity
whistling his river-song...
And a at the piano
Buts a to that sing-a-long
Huck senses wrong!
Sirens in the city,
and lil-Ulysses turn to
Ol man got a bone to pick!
Our hardly got a bone to suck!
He go, woah-woah, woah!
Huck! Huck!
The mo-o-o-on, its huge eye
watches the streets contract
twist and and crack.
Huck goes on a dog's-leg now
Saint Huck on a dog's-leg now
Why, you the story!
Ya wake up one and ya find your a thug
smoke fings in some dive
Ya hot and itchin, cracking ya knuckles
Ya neck briseting...
Still he ventures on whistling,
and Death reckons time is up,
O woah woah!
Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet
shrinks wraps his skeleton
No wonder he got thinner, not, with his dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint
O you the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the on that ol' steamer
Life is a dream!
But ya trade in the Mighty ol' man
for the ol' Man Latrine!
The shift
The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs
And all the
And the
And the two fucks
O o o ya onto luck, luck

Huck! Huck!