Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The old lady sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old lady back and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty egg that the hen just laid."
The little old lady off her glasses and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She "I'm glad to meet someone who appreciates
the beauty nature initiates.
It's to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss those city lights, those sparkling lights,
those city lights blurring my eyes.
I those city lights, the color of city sights
that shine city lights tinting the skies.
New hay gives me hay fever.
the rooster, where's my cleaver?
So laid back, my mind crack,
and when the thresher's up my up.
lights, oh, I long for those city lights,
the of those beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the crickets and go 'em,
urban crises, how I 'em!
Grime and and pretty city lights.
lanes to pick a daisy,
that drive a person crazy.
Home-made lies 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,
lit by pretty city lights.
Pluck lillies of the valley,
let me sally up some
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Country air means to me,
I won't breathe I can't see.
So let me quit and hit those city lights.
Hit them lights!
Love city lights!
and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on cross-town
brightly lit by city lights.
Hold udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd rather some gutter
dimly lit by pretty lights.
those sows, go on and fill your pails,
Honey, just let me plant my down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
them city lights!