Luyện nghe bài hát Fifth Avenue

A phone call home to
A mining town
From a hungry kid
Whom the Greyhound let down
On the January snow in his canvas shoes
The kid just took his first
down the great Fifth
a guitar on his shoulder
And a pocket full of
here to make his debut
He's here to right wrongs
But he's a bit on references
His hanging loose
another midnight cowboy
on the great Fifth
And in some uptown night club
Or in a Bleeker Street
With sweaty hands and shaky
He the stage
It ain't no city
If you got the bread
those who have ain't sharing
With who wish they had
out in subways
Keeping warm on booze
Living the high and mighty
On the great Avenue
And in some noisy uptown night
Or in a Bleeker cafe
sweaty hands and shaky knees
He takes the
In a well guarded
On the shore
A man lives with his
And the he writes no more
Not real sure where he came
And no to go to
some hazy memories
Of the great Avenue
[The Swedish version is more or less a description of the Avenue - the
chorus can be translated as "I take a taxi from / down to the
Washington Square / miles reflecting / a whole world".]