Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Huck

of the river,
Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky
Huck standing like a Saint, upon its
If ya wanna a Saint,
then bait ja hook, take a walk...
'O come to me!, O 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
his favorite 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 cycloptic eye
the city streets contract
twist and and crack.
Saint goes on a dog's-leg now
Huck goes on a dog's-leg now
Why, you the story!
Ya wake up one morning and ya 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 Huckleberry's is up,
O woah woah!
Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet
Skin shrinks wraps his
No wonder he got thinner, not, his cold'n'skinny dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Huck-a-Saint Elvis
O you the song ya used to sing-a-long
the river-trade on that ol' steamer
Life is a dream!
But ya trade in the ol' man River
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 luck, onto luck

Huck! Huck!