Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got a homemade special
You his glass is full of sand
And it fells just a jaybird
The way it into his hand
He a blade up in his trick towel
They slap their hands the wall
You trip, you never stumble
He's spanish down the hall
him a picture of our Jesus
Or give him a to dig a hole
What all he done ain't no business
But need blankets for the cold
They dim the over on Broadway
Even the king has his head
face looks right up at Mason
He's walking down the hall
Latella's for a blind pig
Punk Sander's it out of wood
He never sang when he got
They it all but he never would
Tomorrow morning there'll be
But be somewhere else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye he's leaving early
He's spanish down the hall
All St. said was whispered
Into the ear of Jack Dawes
All the Baker the machine
Was he never broke the law
Go on and tip your hat up to the
off your watch, your rings and all
Even wanted just a little more time
When he was walking spanish the hall