Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old lady rocked back and and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the little egg that the hen just laid."
The old lady took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to someone who appreciates
the beauty that initiates.
It's sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm bored.
I miss those city lights, those sparkling lights,
twinkling city lights blurring my eyes.
I love those city lights, the of city sights
that shine city lights tinting the skies.
New hay gives me hay fever.
There's the rooster, my cleaver?
So laid back, my mind crack,
and the thresher's up my pressure's up.
lights, oh, I long for those city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the crickets and go 'em,
crises, how I love 'em!
Grime and and pretty city lights.
lanes to pick a daisy,
that could a person crazy.
Home-made bread lies like lead,
and peach preserves--
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I long for city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming beckoning me there.
Be there.
and stables sure are smelly,
let me sniff Kosher deli,
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me sally up alley
lit by pretty city lights.
Country air zilch to me,
I breathe nothing I can't see.
So let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
Hit them lights!
Love them lights!
and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw on cross-town buses
lit by pretty city lights.
Hold udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd shoot some gutter
lit by pretty city lights.
Slop sows, go on and fill your pails,
Honey, let me plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Love city lights!