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 together and his mind
And forget the things he left behind

A woman standing in his door
With a two old baby in her arms
His little black book he left torn the floor
And God only knows he never to do her wrong

A careless on the other side of town
Has torn the king of Oak Street's down
And all week long he's tried to phone her but she let him explain
Now morning finds him walking in the rain

He now in a phone booth and he prays
she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
With shaking hands he deposits his dime
And he's still praying that she hang up this time

Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says,
almost ready baby, come 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 thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak is just an ordinary man