Luyện nghe bài hát The Spirit Of Jazz

The is dead, baby
Go on and
Rest your weary head and love a me
And in the
We'll over again
how they do it up on the screen
So me and my
We dance all night
But I know the steps
In my time
To do it like do it
For the girls
I hear they light them up the blues
So I'm waiting, so I'm
And she's waiting, and she's
For us to

Was I good to you, the of my youth
No other could love you
Like my bones do
So I will wait on the in between
These New York
Where you and I meet

For nine years
We loved line
And I would it easy
If I had your
But I'm a cannonball to a on fire
And you're like Motown soul
So man wouldn't love her
With that long hair
If I cut you up
Maybe I came to
To bandage wounds
With the on my tongue
And I'm the only one not
So I'm waiting, so I'm
And she's waiting, and waiting
For us to

So was I good to you, the of my youth
No other soul love you
Like my rotten do
So I will on the edges in between
New York streets
Where you and I meet

And I can heal your wounds
Only I can your wounds
you can't go on
When you go on
When you go on
you know, hold on

So was I to you, the wife of my youth
No sould could love you
my
So was I to you, the wife of my youth
No other soul could you
Like my bones do
So I will wait on the in between
And I will wait on the edges in
And I will wait on the in between
New York streets
On all these New York
you and I would meet