Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old rocked back and forth 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 little old lady off her glasses and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to meet someone who
the beauty that initiates.
sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss those city lights, those sparkling lights,
twinkling city lights blurring my eyes.
I those city lights, the color of city sights
that under city lights tinting the skies.
New hay gives me hay fever.
There's the rooster, my cleaver?
So laid back, my mind crack,
and when the thresher's up my up.
City lights, oh, I long for those lights,
the bulbs of those brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
the crickets and go shove 'em,
urban crises, how I 'em!
Grime and grit and pretty lights.
Walking lanes to a daisy,
that drive a person crazy.
Home-made bread lies here lead,
and Polly's peach
oh, please, my nerves!
lights, how I long for those city lights,
the bulbs of beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Sties and stables are smelly,
let me some Kosher deli,
lit by pretty city lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me up some alley
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Country air means to me,
I won't breathe nothing I see.
So let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
Hit them lights!
them city lights!
Fairs and socials no pluses,
I saw more on buses
lit by pretty city lights.
Hold that udder and that butter,
me, I'd rather shoot some
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Slop those sows, go on and your pails,
Honey, just let me plant my buns in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
them city lights!