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

Hey Snow and the Harlem Knight
You make a perfect
Skin and bones and a faced homes
Hey, what you doin' 'round

Why don't you back to Central Park
Or stick around and see why love is
Oh

In my sin sunk right in
I finally
Why all the geeks and the priests
They love to do us

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

I'm sick of pity and morphine
I'm sick of you runnin' me
Well, I'm sick but maybe there's
That can still save me from the depths of town

One more time I'll speak my
Then better go
Before sad Sam and the door man
me wish I'd just said no

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

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

Come, you worn out, weak and
To this in the dark of the night
And you'll walk in the
Yes, you'll walk in the

If you're addicted and
My name is Snow and I've the gift and the
And make it alright
Yes, we'll make it