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, to the cricket, look at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the little egg that the hen just laid."
The little old lady off her glasses and squinted.
And how she responded had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to meet who appreciates
the beauty nature initiates.
sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I those city lights, those sparkling city lights,
those twinkling city 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.
the rooster, where's my cleaver?
So laid back, my mind crack,
and the thresher's up my pressure's up.
lights, oh, I long for those city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the and go shove 'em,
crises, how I love 'em!
Grime and and pretty city lights.
Walking to pick a daisy,
that could drive a crazy.
Home-made bread lies like 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 some Kosher deli,
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Pluck lillies of the valley,
let me up some alley
lit by pretty city lights.
Country air zilch to me,
I won't breathe nothing I see.
So let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Hit them lights!
them city lights!
Fairs and socials no pluses,
I saw on cross-town buses
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Hold udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd rather shoot some
dimly lit by city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and your pails,
Honey, just let me plant my buns in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Love them lights!