Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Back To The Night

High above the heat of a New York street
An out-of-work plays a solo saxophone
a preacher and a teacher
And he stands up all
Stranded in the dark of a vision in the
A poet in his madness tries to find another
And he's losing and using
And he he's doing fine
And they look such a height
That somehow it's all
They're talking to the night
It's all they can do
Talking back to the
It's how they it through
If you listen you can hear
Their voices draw you near
They're back to the night for you
Something seems to take dime the man can make
His dream is smaller and he wonders where to turn
And he's trying hard to it
And trying not to burn
Woman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the
She takes him in the darkness where the can feed
She him all she has to
And no more than he needs