Luyện nghe bài hát The Late John Garfield Blues

Black faces pressed the glass
Where rain has pressed weight
Wind scarves in top down cars
All share one western

Sadness through tear-stained cheeks
From to dime-store Jews
Probably know they give me
These late Garfield blues

Midnight on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs were
For the life of me, I not see
But I heard a new joke

Two men were standing a bridge
One jumped and you lose
And just the odd man holding
Those John Garfield blues

An old man sleeps his conscience at night
Young kids sleep with dreams
While the ill sit perfectly still
And live through life's

I'm away to the last resort
In a week or two, real
Where the fish don't but once a night
By the cold of the moon

The horses scream the nightmares
And the dead men all shoes
'Cause everybody's
late John Garfield blues