Luyện nghe bài hát The Spirit Of Jazz

The cool is dead,
Go on and
Rest your head and love a better me
And in the
start over again
That's how do it up on the screen
So me and my
We would all night
But I don't the steps
In my baby's
To do it they do it
For the girls
I hear light them up like the blues
So I'm waiting, so I'm
And waiting, and she's waiting
For us to

Was I good to you, the of my youth
No other soul could you
Like my bones do
So I will on the edges in between
New York streets
Where you and I would

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

So was I good to you, the wife of my
No soul could love you
Like my rotten do
So I will wait on the edges in
These New York
Where you and I would

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

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