Luyện nghe bài hát On Blonde Street

Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde
and on the cracks
On the walls and the
and they shine back

Patsy clutches her
and her window she sees
of social interaction
from the people down on Blonde

Thru' the peephole she sees the
who's come for more than her
He says, "I'm you out pronto.
unless your gives me consent"

But Patsy won't give just any guy
Crushed a grape
where she must hide...you see
is not her cup of tea...yeah
But she says,

"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE
I WANNA LIVE ON STREET"

There's a baby in the next
Watchin' guy die on T.V.
There are in the basement
havin' some kind of spree

the hall there's young Jimbo
who's got his in hell
the girlfriend he got pregnant
is going on Sally Raphael

Patsy laughs at her
tryin' to marry someone rich
They all hang the sofa and say
"Hey, love a bitch?"

And Mars is a
Where she'll her man
She'll sail thru' the black
'til it's his arms in

With eyes Walnuts and Cinnamon skin
She be living the life of a Nun
and what she gets...

(CHORUS)

Her memories don't mean
So she throws them
that night in his bedroom
When he looked like
a Hemingway
and she was the, "Catch of the Day"...

Now she's walkin' down Blonde
there's so many places to hide
She's got a of denial
of what's up inside...

But she just to Fly...
and she says...

"I LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
I LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"

(c) 1996 Stephen Music Publishing Co./BMI