Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old lady sat on the of the farm-house.
The old lady rocked back and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, look at the rooster, the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty egg that the hen just laid."
The little old took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she responded had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to someone who appreciates
the that nature initiates.
sweet 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 under lights tinting the skies.
New mown hay me hay fever.
There's the rooster, where's my
So laid back, my mind crack,
and when the thresher's up my up.
lights, oh, I long for those city lights,
the bulbs of those brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the and go shove 'em,
crises, how I love 'em!
Grime and grit and pretty lights.
Walking to pick a daisy,
that drive a person crazy.
Home-made bread here like lead,
and Polly's preserves--
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I for those city lights,
the bulbs of those brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Sties and sure are smelly,
let me some Kosher deli,
brightly lit by city lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me sally up alley
dimly lit by city lights.
air means zilch 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
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Hold udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd rather some gutter
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Slop sows, go on and fill your pails,
Honey, let me plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
Love them lights!