Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a blur drizzle the plateglass
as a neon swizzle 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 at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of
on the
and the towering high above
lit like dominoes or black
all the used car salesmen up in
Purina Checkerboard
and Grant wrap-around,
pacing in of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95
barkers at a shootin' gallery
they out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like money
just as well as anybody here"
or they give you the P.T. bit
"There's a sucker every minute
you happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come here 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 piss gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
machines
to be ticking off a joy to a magical place
in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, driven
paid, over 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 standin' on the
standin' on the like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner a gasper lookin
' for some of Cheshire billboard grin
a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool and Snooker
it was a after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination
impossible you ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility?
he be out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative gate
and a table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and 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 (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin'
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing
a buttery that's all melted off to one side
It was just about time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a
at the foot of 23rd
and a moon in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an overhead cam and
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet pavement and a
jam session on Belmont tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my and I've been looking
for some kind of an
investment romantic dividends
kind of a negociation
is
as I to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments,
one-low-monthly
the nose
with romantic and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely probably
be held over for another smashed