Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

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

Some dissolve bar stools
off in boxes 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 for the future
She only me a song

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

Others wait for that sign
holy hoax in the tree line
Me, I'm counting my food
down, waiting out our slingshot moods

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

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

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

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