Luyện nghe bài hát The Late John Garfield Blues

Black faces pressed the glass
Where rain has pressed it's
Wind blown in top down cars
All share one trait

Sadness through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store
Probably don't they give me
These late John Garfield

fell on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs broke
For the life of me, I not see
But I a brand new joke

Two men were upon a bridge
One and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man
Those John Garfield blues

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

I'm going away to the last
In a or two, real soon
Where the fish don't but once a night
By the light of the moon

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