Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow of a buttery cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from STREET
with the tight of moviegoers and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering above
lit like dominoes or dice
all the used car dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your
just as well as else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born minute
you just happened to be along at the right time"
come over now
you know... all the harlequin are on the stroll
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent air and AM-FM dreams
and the yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
machines
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome"
dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
standin' on the corner a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire grin
stroking a goateed chin, and parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
but you know... over at Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel dream smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack Chance himself up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool green felt with a provocative golden
and a full table railshot no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I A-2 I was lookin' for
like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's all the people say ridin' high
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one
It was about that time that the sun
came yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the and it sounded
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and been looking
for some kind of an
investment with romantic
of a physical negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed payments, into
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be held for another smashed weekend