Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got himself a homemade
You his glass is full of sand
And it fells just like a
The way it fits his hand
He rolled a up in his trick towel
They slap their hands against the
You never trip, you never
He's walking spanish down the
Slip him a of our Jesus
Or give him a to dig a hole
What all he ain't no one's business
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 walking spanish down the
screeching for a blind pig
Punk Sander's it out of wood
He never sang he got hoodwinked
They it all but he never would
Tomorrow there'll be laundry
But he'll be somewhere else to the call
Don't say goodbye he's just early
walking spanish down the hall
All St. Bartholemew was whispered
Into the ear of Blind Jack
All the Baker told the
Was that he never the law
Go on and tip hat up to the Pilate
Take off your watch, your and all
Jesus wanted just a little more time
When he was spanish down the hall