Luyện nghe bài hát Second Line

Steam rising off of the river at the of day
creeping into room 218 at the Beaujolais
Left you crawling the floor
ringing, your eyes so sore
Bloodshot, while you down another bottle away

The ashtray is overflowing, full of gray days
The devil that you knew one may be the devil you save
Get up and your shoes
There are some that you just don't lose
The street's a-creeping with the barefooting blues for days

me from the Second Line
Pour us up some French wine
Pick up your feet, your blues fading to gray
Come on now cut your loose, the Second Line's dancing away

There's a crowd under the window in a big parade
They got a brass band in front, oh umbrellas they wave
They gonna it 'til the sun come down
They just old Moses deep in the ground
Get yourself together, walk right out of your grave

Call me from the Line
Pour us up some cheap French
Pick up your feet, your blues fading to gray
Yeah, you got to up and put on your hat
You ain't but you ain't that bad
The dirge is over, the just beginning to play
Come on now cut your soul loose, the Second Line's away
Come on now cut your soul loose, the Second Line's dancing
The Second Line's dancing
The Line's dancing away
The Second Line's away
The Second Line's dancing
The Second Line's away
The Line's dancing away