Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The old lady sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old lady rocked back and and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, look at the rooster, smell the hay," I her.
"And see the pretty little egg the hen just laid."
The little old took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she responded had me floored.
She said: "I'm to meet someone who appreciates
the beauty that initiates.
It's sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm bored.
I those city lights, those sparkling city lights,
twinkling city lights blurring my eyes.
I love city lights, the color of city sights
that shine city lights tinting the skies.
New mown hay me hay fever.
the rooster, where's my cleaver?
So back, my mind might crack,
and when the up my pressure's up.
City lights, oh, I long for city lights,
the of those beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the crickets and go 'em,
crises, how I love 'em!
Grime and and pretty city lights.
Walking to pick a daisy,
that could a person crazy.
Home-made bread here like lead,
and Polly's peach
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I long for city lights,
the bulbs of beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
and stables sure are smelly,
let me some Kosher deli,
brightly lit by city lights.
Pluck lillies of the valley,
let me sally up some
dimly lit by pretty lights.
air means zilch to me,
I won't breathe I can't see.
So let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
Hit city lights!
Love city lights!
Fairs and ain't no pluses,
I saw on cross-town buses
lit by pretty city lights.
Hold that udder and churn butter,
me, I'd rather shoot some
dimly lit by pretty lights.
those sows, go on and fill your pails,
Honey, let me plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
them city lights!