Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old lady sat on the of the farm-house.
The little old lady rocked back and and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty little egg that the hen laid."
The little old took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to meet who appreciates
the that nature initiates.
sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss those city lights, those city lights,
those twinkling lights blurring my eyes.
I love those city lights, the color of city
shine under city lights tinting the skies.
New mown hay me hay fever.
the rooster, where's my cleaver?
So laid back, my might crack,
and when the up my pressure's up.
City lights, oh, I long for 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 city lights.
lanes to pick a daisy,
that could drive a crazy.
Home-made bread lies here lead,
and Polly's preserves--
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I for those city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming brights me there.
Be there.
Sties and stables are smelly,
let me sniff Kosher deli,
brightly lit by city lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me up some alley
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Country air means to me,
I won't breathe nothing I see.
So let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
Hit them lights!
Love them lights!
and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on buses
brightly lit by pretty lights.
that udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd rather some gutter
lit by pretty city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and your pails,
Honey, just let me plant my down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
them city lights!