Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

Some men at the racetrack
Their wrong and beat up, eyes black
Others wilt in
Roll dice and piss speedboats

Some into bar stools
Scratched off in and playoff pools
I spent myself on a
I lost my way and a friend said she find it

Man, we were
Man, we were
I for the future
She only me a song

Some men go make their own luck
fat from feeding on lame ducks
The mark and the old maid
The and the ingrate

Others for that high sign
Some hoax in the tree line
Me, I'm my canned food
Bunkered down, waiting out our slingshot

But if I'm wrong?
if I'm wrong?
I'll my doors up
People, come sweep me

Eyes are and my palms are spread
Dissonance floats my head
God in the Gaza Strip
And man left alone to live with it

The faith of the optimist
It's beginners in a sewing kit
to do when there is no fix
On the unflinching

But you say wrong
and wrong
We re-thread your
You say, "God, along"