Luyện nghe bài hát The king of Oak Street

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

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

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

He sits now in a booth and he prays
she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
With hands he deposits his last dime
And he's still that 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 and I think I understand
That the of Oak Street is just an ordinary man

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