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

Hey Snow White and the Harlem
You a perfect pair
Skin and bones and a faced homes
Hey, what you doin' here?

Why you come back to Central Park
Or stick and see why love is art?
Oh

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

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

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

One more time I'll my mind
Then better go
Before sad Sam and the back man
Make me wish I'd just no

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

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

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

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