Luyện nghe bài hát Nighthawk Postcards

there's a blur drizzle down the
as a swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a cue ball moon
maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go and wheezin',
down on the I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight
I'm across from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of and out of towners
on the
and the buildings towering high
lit like or black dice
all the car salesmen dressed up in
Purina slacks
and Foster wrap-around,
pacing in front of SCHLEIB
$39.95
like barkers at a gallery
throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we your money
just as well as else's here"
or they you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a born every minute
you just happened to be comin' at the right time"
come here 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 gypsy cabs
stacked up in the zones waitin' like
machines
to be off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, and the like, and
they're hiballin' bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar
but Christ I got my around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm on the corner
on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street with a gasper lookin
' for kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking
as walking on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped at half mast
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 dream smoke, it
was the radio that out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards
and an Olympia sign winked through a yellow
shade, old Jack himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 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 gate
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, by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no
"that's life," that's what all the people say high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I I'm
gonna change that when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon all melted off to one side
It was just that time that the sun
crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the of 23rd Street
and a dracula in a black disguise
was making its way to its
pre-paid room at the St. Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Krupa
with an cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet
on a wet and there's a
traffic jam session on tonight
and the of the pending
evening, I leaned up
my bannister and been looking
for some kind of an
investment with dividends
kind of a physical
is
as I attempt to all my
missed payments, into
one-low-monthly
through the
romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll
be held over for another smashed