Luyện nghe bài hát Fifth Avenue

A promised call home to
A mining town
From a hungry kid
Whom the Greyhound just let
On the January snow in his canvas tennis
The kid just his first walk
down the great Avenue
a guitar on his shoulder
And a pocket full of
He's here to his debut
He's here to right some
But a bit short on references
His future's hanging
Just midnight cowboy
on the great Fifth
And in some noisy uptown club
Or in a Bleeker Street
sweaty hands and shaky knees
He takes the
It ain't no friendly
If you haven't got the
Cause who have ain't sharing
With those who wish had
Sleeping out in
Keeping on cheap booze
Living with the and mighty
On the great Avenue
And in some uptown night club
Or in a Bleeker cafe
With sweaty hands and knees
He the stage
In a well beach-house
On the California
A man lives with his
And the songs he writes no
Not sure where he came from
And no to go to
Just some memories
Of the great Fifth
[The Swedish version is more or less a description of the Fifth - the
chorus can be translated as "I a taxi from Harlem / down to the
Washington Square / five reflecting / a whole world".]