Luyện nghe bài hát St Luke's Summer

I propped my eyes open with
got a three hour drive and a man to see
The blue sky is closing in
Cover up well because it looks rain

She got Tiffany from a limejuice sailor
Rich man, poor man, tinker,
Casey Jones on the SP line
Has got the union at his throat and running out of time

So blow the man down
Yeah the man down boys
And the tricks he employs
Are buried in this St summer's noise

She the electorate to cut a little slack
Waving a of whiskey and a union jack
Saying I'm not in the business of or wrong
So lets get by on a wing and a song

And Jesus went to talk to Wise
She said I never did trust guys
And the heat is from Octobers throat
She says boy, hey can you dance the tango?

So blow the man boys
blow the man down boys
And the tricks he employs
Are buried in St Luke's summer's noise

Call up the captain we've got on the line
He's got a box of and a valentine
And MI5 have got a to pick with Moses
While Matthew and the big guy just ring-around-the-roses

A knit sweater and a gasoline rag
He's got a of stars and an old dog tag
Get to Parchman Farm by a 9 bus
And send the children to the gum to wake up Nicodemus

So blow the man boys
Yeah the man down boys
And the tricks that he
Are in this St Luke's summer

So blow the man down
Yeah the man down boys
And the tricks that he
Are buried in this St Luke's summer's