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
rollin' maverick across an sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight
I'm across town EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings high above
lit like or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Checkerboard slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a shootin'
they throw out kind of a Texas routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as else's here"
or give 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 sailors are on the
in a of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and dreams
and the piss yellow cabs
stacked up in the taxi waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical
waitin' in line "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a lookin
' for kind of Cheshire billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half
but you know... at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue smoke, it
was the radio groaned out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out a
cool green felt with a provocative golden
and a full table that's no sweat and I leaned
up my bannister and wandered over to the
and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Caps
starring Chuck E. or High Blood Pressure
by (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin'
in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
came crawlin' out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd
and a dracula moon in a disguise
was its way back to its
room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it
the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the brushes of wet radials
on a wet and there's a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the
evening, I up against
my bannister and I've looking
for some kind of an
investment romantic dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I attempt to all my
missed weekly payments,
payment
through the
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are than likely I'll probably
be over for another smashed weekend