Luyện nghe bài hát The Torch Singer

The night was burning
From the torch singer's
And the sweat was her eyes
The squeaked 'neath the bartender's feet
And the smoke was too to rise

She sang of the love left her
And of the that she'll never be
Made me feel the buck and a quarter
That I paid 'em to and see
I paid 'em to and see

I was down in Kansas
'Neath the sky
the day shift from seven to three
And the only that I receive
Is my God to Thee

She constantly throws me off
Leaves me standing both and bare
Makes me like the Sunday funnies
After every gone off the air
thing's gone off the air

Picked the ashes
Of the singer's song
And I ordered my around
For whiskey and pain both the same
the time they go down

She sang of the that left her
And of the that she'll never be
Made me feel like the buck and a
That I paid 'em to and see
I paid 'em to and see