Luyện nghe bài hát The 39th Street Blues (I'm Sick)

Hey White and the Harlem Knight
You make a perfect
and bones and a hatchet faced homes
Hey, what you doin' here?

Why don't you come to Central Park
Or stick and see why love is art?
Oh

In my sin I've right in
I understood
Why all the and the Catholic priests
They love to do us

Maybe you would like some at my
Or maybe you and the shadow should go get lost?
Oh

I'm sick of pity and morphine
I'm of you runnin' me down
Well, I'm sick but maybe something
can still save me from the depths of this town

One more time I'll speak my
Then you'd go
Before sad Sam and the back man
Make me I'd just said no

I might to your meeting in the park
But now I've got to work, it's getting
Oh

'Cause I'm of pity and morphine
I'm sick of you me down
Well, I'm but maybe there's something
That can still save me, can still save me

Come, you worn out, and tired
To this meeting in the dark of the
And you'll in the light
Yes, you'll walk in the

If addicted and afflicted
My name is Snow and I've the and the sight
And we'll it alright
Yes, make it alright