Luyện nghe bài hát The Spirit Of Jazz

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

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

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

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

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

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