Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The old lady sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The old lady 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 the hen just laid."
The little old took off her glasses and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She said: "I'm to meet someone who appreciates
the beauty that initiates.
It's to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss city lights, those sparkling city lights,
those twinkling city lights my eyes.
I love those lights, the color of city sights
that shine under city tinting the skies.
New mown hay me hay fever.
There's the rooster, where's my
So laid back, my might 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 crickets and go 'em,
urban crises, how I 'em!
Grime and grit and city lights.
Walking lanes to a daisy,
could drive a person crazy.
Home-made bread lies like lead,
and peach preserves--
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I long for city lights,
the bulbs of beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
and stables sure are smelly,
let me some Kosher deli,
lit by pretty city lights.
Pluck your of the valley,
let me up some alley
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Country air means to me,
I breathe nothing I can't see.
So let me and hit those pretty city lights.
Hit city lights!
Love city lights!
and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on buses
lit by pretty city lights.
Hold that and churn that butter,
me, I'd rather shoot gutter
dimly lit by pretty lights.
Slop those sows, go on and fill pails,
Honey, just let me my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
them city lights!