Luyện nghe bài hát The Late John Garfield Blues

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

Sadness leaks tear-stained cheeks
From winos to Jews
don't 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 brand new

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

An old man sleeps with his conscience at
Young kids sleep with dreams
While the mentally ill sit still
And through life's in-betweens

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

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