Luyện nghe bài hát The Man From Harlem

It was up at Mike's the night,
was really quite a sight,
Gather round, folks, I give you all the lowdown.

Tables were filled with frails,
on their fingernails;
They waiting for the man from Harlem.

Drinks were six bits a throw,
Things were moving of slow,
nerves were getting jumpy.

All at once the was still,
Men forgot all their bill,
Who should enter but the man Harlem.

rolled their eyes,
Women starting sighs,
Someone hollered, "Music, and gin,"

Everybody a space,
had big, broad smiles on every face,
How they all loved to see the man Harlem.

When he started in to
He filled with plenty pep,
He and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame.

was in a daze,
Women watched him amaze,
Each one she'd have the man from Harlem.

He looked in the corner,
And saw a couple of frails and they sure did kinda low.
Another cat up, and said to the man from Harlem,
"Go over there and see what's the with them girls."
And they said, "I'm low."
And he said, "I've got what you need:
on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high and forget about everything."