Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

Some men at the racetrack
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes
wilt in casinos
Roll and piss 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 would it

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

Some men they go make their own
Grow fat from on lame ducks
The easy mark and the old
The and the ingrate

Others wait for that sign
Some holy hoax in the tree
Me, I'm my canned food
Bunkered down, out our slingshot moods

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

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

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

But you say that's
Hopeless and
We re-thread needle
You say, "God, along"