Luyện nghe bài hát The king of Oak Street

Like a caught in the wind he drifted a while
With no purpose or to his life
He tried to get himself and pacify his mind
And forget the things he left behind

A cryin' woman standing in his
With a two month old in her arms
His little black book he left torn upon the
And God only knows he never meant to do her

A careless on the other side of town
Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle
And all week long he's tried to phone her but she won't let him
Now Sunday finds him walking in the rain

He sits now in a phone booth and he
That she'll forgive him and she'll believe changed his ways
With hands he deposits his last dime
And he's still praying that she won't hang up time

Then the sweetest voice he's ever says, Hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on
thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the of Oak Street is just an ordinary man

I've thought the whole over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak is just an ordinary man