Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old lady rocked and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, to the cricket, look at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty egg that the hen just laid."
The old lady took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she responded had me floored.
She "I'm glad to meet someone who appreciates
the beauty that initiates.
It's sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm bored.
I miss those lights, those sparkling city lights,
those twinkling city lights 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 might crack,
and when the thresher's up my up.
City lights, oh, I long for city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming brights me there.
Be there.
Take the crickets and go 'em,
urban crises, how I 'em!
and grit and pretty city lights.
Walking to pick a daisy,
that could drive a crazy.
bread lies here like lead,
and Polly's peach
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I long for city lights,
the bulbs of those brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Sties and sure are smelly,
let me sniff Kosher deli,
brightly lit by city lights.
your lillies of the valley,
let me sally up some
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Country air means to me,
I breathe nothing I can't see.
So let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
Hit them lights!
Love city lights!
and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on buses
brightly lit by city lights.
that udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd rather shoot gutter
lit by pretty city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and your pails,
Honey, just let me my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit pretty city lights.
Love city lights!