Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old lady sat on the of the farm-house.
The little old lady back and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, to the cricket, look at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty little egg 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.
It's sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm bored.
I miss those lights, those sparkling city lights,
those city lights blurring my eyes.
I love those city lights, the color of sights
that shine under city lights the skies.
New mown hay me hay fever.
There's the rooster, where's my
So back, my mind might crack,
and when the up my pressure's up.
City lights, oh, I long for city lights,
the bulbs of beaming brights beckoning 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 a person crazy.
Home-made bread lies here lead,
and peach preserves--
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 some Kosher deli,
brightly lit by city lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me sally up some
lit by pretty city lights.
Country air zilch to me,
I won't nothing I can't see.
So let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
Hit city lights!
Love them lights!
Fairs and socials no pluses,
I saw on cross-town buses
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Hold that and churn that butter,
me, I'd shoot some gutter
lit by pretty city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and fill pails,
Honey, just let me plant my buns in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Love them lights!