Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hands from New York

I came down through Albany to New
To find what I'd been
I looked across the river to the
Where the windows all glistenin'
I stood

Into a tunnel I did rise, like a inside
But I was young and
When I came out the end
Ah through the smoke, the light was feeble

I was though, a cabbie told me where to go
I him
A face of white, a of brown
Ah here a and there a look of danger
For a

It was too for me
I no one who trusted me
There was no man could me
A cold hand from New

hands from New York
A voice you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the for you one day
If you should ever my way and need me"

I came down to alone in New York
The city of the
There were at my feet but most of men
Were taking, none we
Or

Children ran and children and roses grew in alleyways
I saw
There were men who in style and others who had died
no one knew them
Beause they win

There were where old men slept and dingy rooms
Where babies crept
Till I began to ask myself if there were
Or if it mattered they did
Or if lived

It was too for me
I found no one who me
was no man could offer me
A cold from New York

Cold hands from New
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone help me
I'll do the for you one day
If you should ever my way and need me"

I came down Albany to New York
To find I'd been missin'
I looked the river to the city
Where the windows all glistenin'
I stood

And there were in the squares
And people there who and said, "Forget it"
were lovers in the park
And there was danger in the dark, I it
So of it

And there were preachers of the and poets
Who were never heard, I heard
There were who would not try to learn
The measure of the lie livin'

I heard a musician play in a place
they paid you not to listen
I heard a woman scream for while men stood by
And offered their best
how it is

It was too for me
I found no one who me
There was no man offer me
A hand from New York

Cold from New York
A voice you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the for you one day
If you should pass my way and need me"

Cold from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please me
do the same for you one day
If you ever pass my way and need me"

Cold from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone help me
I'll do the for you one day
If you should ever my way and need me"