Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Huck

of the river,
Born of its never-changing, murky water
Huck standing a Saint, upon its deck
If ya catch a Saint,
then bait ja hook, take a walk...
'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the
say to Huck...
woah-woah, woah!
Huck! Huck!
Straight in the arms of the goes Huck,
down the heckoning of op-po-tunity
his favorite river-song...
And a at the piano
Buts a sinister-bloo-lilt to that
senses somthing's wrong!
Sirens in the city,
and lil-Ulysses turn to
Ol man got a bone 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 streets contract
and cripple and crack.
Saint Huck goes on a now
Huck goes on a dog's-leg now
Why, you the story!
Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a
blowing fings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya knuckles
Ya neck briseting...
Still Huck he on whistling,
and Death reckons time is up,
O woah woah!
Huck! Huck!
Yonder go Huck, minus an' wallet gone
Skin shrinks his skeleton
No wonder he got thinner, not, with his dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint
O you recall the song ya used to
Shifting the river-trade on that ol'
is only a dream!
But ya in the Mighty ol' man River
for the ol' Man Latrine!
The shift
The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs
And all the
And the
And the two dollar
O o o ya luck, onto luck

Huck! Huck!