Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old lady rocked and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, look at the rooster, the hay," I told her.
"And see the little egg that the hen just laid."
The old lady took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She said: "I'm glad to meet who appreciates
the beauty that initiates.
It's to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss those city lights, sparkling city lights,
twinkling city lights blurring my eyes.
I love city lights, the color of city sights
that shine city lights tinting the skies.
New hay gives me hay fever.
the rooster, where's my cleaver?
So back, my mind might crack,
and when the thresher's up my up.
City lights, oh, I long for city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming beckoning 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.
bread lies here like lead,
and Polly's peach
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I for those city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming beckoning me there.
Be there.
Sties and sure are smelly,
let me sniff some deli,
lit by pretty city lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me up some alley
dimly lit by city lights.
Country air zilch to me,
I won't nothing I can't see.
So let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Hit them lights!
Love city lights!
and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw on cross-town buses
brightly lit by pretty lights.
Hold that udder and churn butter,
me, I'd shoot some gutter
lit by pretty city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and fill pails,
Honey, let me plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
Love city lights!