Luyện nghe bài hát Manhatten

Words and music by bob

Shakey davey's got a twelve in his hand
sawed off to the limit
He's got a vague
There's this liquor store on
There's another one on washington square
pretty sure no one's ever seen him
Down around

The one's birdshot the next four are double aught buck
The last one's a slug just for good
got his works in his pocket
He wants to as soon as he's done
He wait to get straight to get long gone

He puts on his long coat off a short note
Sits down and waits for the sun to go down

It's right around midnight and still too damn many people on this street
He's walked all the way from battery park got sweaty hands and burnin' feet
He's for a fix
His screamin' "get me high"
He bursts through the and lets one fly

in the park and davey's cold as stone
He got bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper around
Most are just wakin' up in this great big town