Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hands from New York

I came down Albany to New York
To find what I'd been
I across the river to the city
Where the windows all stood
I listenin'

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

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

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

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

I came down to alone in New York
The city of the
There were at my feet but most of men
Were taking, we giving
Or

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

There were parks where old men slept and dingy
babies crept unwanted
Till I to ask myself if there were hope
Or if it what they did
Or if they

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

Cold hands from New
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 through Albany to New York
To find what I'd been
I looked across the river to the
Where the all stood glistenin'
I listenin'

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

And there were of the Word and poets
Who were never heard, I them
There were those who would not try to
The measure of the lie they're

I a young musician play in a place
Where they you not to listen
I heard a scream for help while men stood by
And offered best wishes
how it is

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

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

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

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