Luyện nghe bài hát The Late John Garfield Blues

Black faces against the glass
rain has pressed it's weight
Wind scarves in top down cars
All share one trait

Sadness leaks through cheeks
From winos to Jews
Probably don't know they me
These late John Garfield

Midnight fell on Street
And the lamppost were broke
For the of me, I could not see
But I heard a brand new

Two men were standing a bridge
One and screamed you lose
And left the odd man holding
Those late John blues

An old man with his conscience at night
Young kids sleep with their
While the ill sit perfectly still
And live through in-betweens

I'm going to the last resort
In a week or two, soon
Where the fish don't bite but once a
By the cold light of the

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