Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

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

dissolve into bar stools
Scratched off in boxes and pools
I myself on a psychic
I lost my way and a friend she would find it

Man, we wrong
Man, we wrong
I asked for the
She only me a song

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

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

But what if I'm
What if I'm
open my doors up
People, come sweep me

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

The faith of the optimist
It's luck in a sewing kit
What's to do when is no fix
On the ambivalence?

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