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 western

Sadness leaks through tear-stained
From winos to Jews
Probably don't know they me
late John Garfield blues

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

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

An old man sleeps with his at night
kids sleep with their dreams
While the mentally ill sit still
And live through in-betweens

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

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