Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got himself a homemade
You know his glass is of sand
And it fells like a jaybird
The way it fits his hand
He a blade up in his trick towel
They slap hands against the wall
You trip, you never stumble
He's walking spanish down the
him a picture of our Jesus
Or him a spoon to dig a hole
What all he done no one's business
But need blankets for the cold
They dim the over on Broadway
Even the king has bowed his
Every face looks right up at
He's walking spanish the hall
screeching for a blind pig
Punk carved it out of wood
He sang when he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he would
morning there'll be laundry
But he'll be else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye he's leaving early
walking spanish down the hall
All St. Bartholemew said was
Into the ear of Blind Jack
All the Baker the machine
Was that he never the law
Go on and tip hat up to the Pilate
off your watch, your rings and all
Even Jesus wanted just a little more
When he was spanish down the hall