Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

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

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

Man, we were
Man, we were
I asked for the
She sang me a song

Some men they go make own luck
Grow fat feeding on lame ducks
The easy and the old maid
The and the ingrate

Others for that high sign
Some holy in the tree line
Me, I'm counting my canned
down, waiting out our slingshot moods

But if I'm wrong?
What if I'm
open my doors up
People, sweep me along

are fixed and my palms are spread
Dissonance my shipwrecked head
God sleeps in the Gaza
And man alone's alone to live with it

The coin-flip of the optimist
It's beginners luck in a kit
to do when there is no fix
On the unflinching

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