Luyện nghe bài hát The Sound Of North America

Ginger Elvis
Looked a sad
Roaming the town
bin to bin

Well, on the streets
all that bad
Where no one to know
he was King

The of New York City
Isn't sirens wailing
the sound of Wall Street tills
Whilst everyone else is

Sometimes you expensive
Sometimes you feels so
You can roam the a king
everyone's asleep

You can mime to any
With a or a spoon
But God help the
Out of

A crippled Ali
at bad luck in the mirror
Bad looked back at him
And

He looked a foot smaller
And a couple of thinner
And if anyone came him
He would

The of North America
Isn't quietly praying
It's the of shuffling feet
don't know where they're staying

Sometimes you feel
you feels so cheap
You can roam the a king
Whilst everyone's

You can fight with
With a glimmer of a
But God help the
With no

A Greta Garbo
Moves the street
The shining clearly
her skirt

A real living legend
no one wants to meet
And that's when being
hurts

The lyrics of 'New
May have Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the
Were dead black men

you feel expensive
sometimes you so cheap
You can roam the streets a
Whilst asleep

You can act with
the cradle to the crypt
But God the actress
Who know the script