Luyện nghe bài hát The king of Oak Street

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

A cryin' standing in his door
With a two month old baby in her
His little black book he torn upon the floor
And God knows he never meant to do her wrong

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

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

Then the voice he's ever heard says, Hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby, on home
I've thought the whole thing over and I think I
That the king of Oak Street is just an man

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