Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Back To The Night

High above the of a summer New York street
An musician plays a solo saxophone
a preacher and a teacher
And he stands up all
in the dark of a vision in the park
A in his madness tries to find another line
And he's losing and using
And he says doing fine
And they look from a height
That somehow it's all
They're talking back to the
It's all they can do
back to the night
It's how they make it
If you listen you can them
Their voices you near them
They're talking to the night for you
Something seems to every dime the man can make
His is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn
And he's trying to make it
And trying not to burn
never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds
She him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
She him all she has to
And no more than he needs