Luyện nghe bài hát The Late John Garfield Blues

Black faces pressed against the
Where rain has pressed weight
Wind blown in top down cars
All share one western

Sadness leaks through cheeks
From winos to Jews
Probably know they give me
These late John blues

fell on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs were
For the life of me, I not see
But I heard a new joke

Two men were standing a bridge
One jumped and screamed you
And just the odd man holding
Those late John blues

An old man sleeps with his conscience at
Young kids sleep their dreams
While the mentally ill sit still
And live life's in-betweens

I'm going to the last resort
In a week or two, real
Where the fish don't bite but once a
By the cold light of the

The horses scream the dream
And the dead men all shoes
'Cause everybody's
Those late Garfield blues