Luyện nghe bài hát 42nd Street

Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike
of them laugh, some of them sing
Some of them do a goddamn thing
drifters, grafters and lifters
Chicks with big tits, boys with zits
Moonlight circus of earthly
Pimpmobile cruising the soft night
going down, midnight in town
Down into the subways, the underground
A is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the park it's with frights
Somebody shot out all the

and bookies, floozies and boozers
All of misfits, perverts and losers
Out of the limo that looks a boat
The pimp steps out in a fur coat
a Fedora, that creates its own aura
A ruby-tooth grin and a stick pin
A deal's going down this side of

People walk on fleet feetOn the way down Street
Except for the bums, down for the
one's dead but no one's found out
And at the bitch, with her dress up ass
When she that thing, she must move it fast
Cop with a nightstick, checking
A lit junkie slides to the ground
comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk
Check out that guy, drunk as a
Blinking, reflection, melt in the rain
The sidewalks are empty, the same
4 A.M. people are
the hookers are huddled
Colored raindrops are
The deals have gone down, the split town
Burned from the hustle, burned the hype
But under the lights, I'm alright
On 42nd Street, it's just night