Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got a homemade special
You know his glass is of sand
And it just like a jaybird
The way it fits into his
He a blade up in his trick towel
They slap hands against the wall
You never trip, you never
He's walking spanish down the
him a picture of our Jesus
Or give him a spoon to dig a
What all he done ain't no one's
But he'll blankets for the cold
They dim the over on Broadway
Even the has bowed his head
Every face right up at Mason
He's spanish down the hall
screeching for a blind pig
Punk carved it out of wood
He never sang he got hoodwinked
They it all but he never would
Tomorrow morning there'll be
But he'll be somewhere to hear the call
Don't say goodbye he's just leaving
He's spanish down the hall
All St. said was whispered
Into the ear of Blind Jack
All the told 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 walking spanish the hall