Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Back to The Night

High above the heat of a New York street
An out-of-work musician plays a saxophone
He's a preacher and a
And he stands up all

Stranded in the of a vision in the park
A poet in his madness tries to another line
And losing and he's using
And he says he's fine

And they look such a height
That somehow all right
They're talking to the night
It's all that can do
Talking back to the
It's how make it through

If you you can hear them
Their voices draw you them
They're talking to the night for you

Something seems to take every the man can make
His dream is getting and he wonders where to turn
And he's trying to make it
And trying not to burn

Woman minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds
She takes him in the darkness where the can feed
She him all she has to
And it's no more than he

And they look from a height
That it's all right
talking back to the night
It's all they can do
back to the night
It's how they it through

If you listen you can hear
Their voices draw you near
They're talking back to the for you

And they look such a height
somehow it's all right
Talking to the night
It's all they can do
talking back to the night
It's how they make it

Talking to the night
They're back to the night
back to the night
Talking to the night

back to the night
Talking back to the
Talking to the night