Luyện nghe bài hát Morph The Cat

High Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape like
Fans us who watch the skies
We it's Morph the Cat

like a big blue cloud
From Tomkins Square to Upper
Beyond the to Sugar Hill
Stops a for a latte

He oozes the heating duct
Swims like seaweed the hall
He briefly digs wiggy pad
And seeps out through the

It's kind of an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly
Liquid light on New York
Christmas without the chintzy stuff

What exactly he want
This puff of smoke
To make you feel all and cozy
Like you a good joke

Like you heard an tune
Or you bought a crazy hat
you had a Mango Cooler
Ooh - the Cat

He's all the talk in shops and
Sultan - the Automat
playin' in da Bronx
Respects to the Cat

It's kind of like an arctic
Cool and and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York
Christmas without the chintzy stuff

So is his charisma
You can almost hear it
He skims the
And begin to ring

Chinese can feel it now
old gals at evening mass
Young
And models
on the grass

Blessed Yankees have an
When this feline to bat
Bringing joy to old
All watch the for Morph the Cat