Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The old lady sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old rocked back and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, look at the rooster, the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty little egg that the hen laid."
The little old lady took off her and squinted.
And how she responded had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to meet who appreciates
the beauty that initiates.
sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss those city lights, sparkling city lights,
those city lights blurring my eyes.
I love those city lights, the 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 the thresher's up my pressure's up.
City lights, oh, I long for those lights,
the bulbs of those beaming brights me there.
Be there.
the crickets and go shove 'em,
urban crises, how I 'em!
and grit and pretty city lights.
Walking lanes to a daisy,
that could a person crazy.
Home-made bread lies here lead,
and Polly's peach
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I for those city lights,
the of those beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
and stables sure are smelly,
let me sniff some deli,
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Pluck lillies of the valley,
let me up some alley
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 pretty lights.
Hit city lights!
Love city lights!
Fairs and socials no pluses,
I saw more on cross-town
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Hold that udder and churn butter,
me, I'd rather shoot gutter
lit by pretty city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and fill pails,
Honey, just let me my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Love them lights!