Luyện nghe bài hát Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In Hand

Jan lays down and in her sleep.
Moonlight spills on books
And in magazines.
An old friend and tells us where to meet.
Her takes off from Baltimore
And touches on Bourbon street.

We sit outside and argue all long
a god we've never seen,
But never fails to with me.
Sunday comes and all the say:
Ma Teresa's the mob
And with her full time job.

Am I alive or thoughts drift away?
summer come for everyone?
Can humans do prophets say?
If I die before I to speak,
Can money pay for all the I lived awake
But half

been downhearted, baby,
Ever the day we met.

A is time, they teach you growing up.
Seconds killed us all
A million before the fall.
You ride the waves and don't ask where go.
You swim like lions through the
And yourself in zebra flesh.

I've downhearted, baby,
since the day we met.