Luyện nghe bài hát The Easy Mark & The Old Maid

Some men at the racetrack
Their and beat up, their eyes black
Others in casinos
dice and piss away speedboats

Some dissolve into bar
off in boxes and playoff pools
I spent myself on a
I lost my way and a said she would find it

Man, we were
Man, we were
I for the future
She sang me a song

Some men they go their own luck
Grow fat feeding on lame ducks
The mark and the old maid
The and the ingrate

Others wait for high sign
holy hoax in the tree line
Me, I'm counting my food
Bunkered down, out our slingshot moods

But what if I'm
if I'm wrong?
I'll my doors up
People, come me along

Eyes are fixed and my are spread
floats my shipwrecked head
God sleeps in the Gaza
And man alone's left to live with it

The faith of the optimist
It's beginners in a sewing kit
What's to do when is no fix
On the unflinching

But you say wrong
and wrong
We re-thread your
You say, "God, along"