Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Eggs(spoken word)/Hello in there

I was walking down 42nd one day,
I wasn't street I was walkin
42nd street. And this amazing
to me. It was July it was about
89 degrees. It was hot, hot for New
You and I was walking east and this
person was coming west. And she
had this big blue house dress on
all with little white daisies. She was
bald but sitting on top of her head,
forehead you on her forehead was this
fried egg. I thought was really unusual.
in New York City the ladies with the
fried eggs on their don't generally come
out until September or you know. Here
was this lady this demented lady with a
egg on her head in the middle of July.
God a sight and ever, ever since I saw that
not one day goes by that I don't think of
her and I say to "Oh God, don't let me
wake up tomorrow and to put a fried egg on
my head. Oh God. "Then I say real I say " Oh
God, If by chance I should wind up with a
egg on my head";cause sometimes you can't help
things you know, you can't. I say to "don't
let anybody notice."And then I say real after
"if they do notice that I'm carrying something
that, not quite right and they want to talk
it, let 'em talk about it but don't let 'em
talk so I can hear I don't want to hear it."
the truth about eggs, you can call it a fried
egg, you can call it you like, but everybody
gets one, some wear 'em on the outside, some
people wear 'em on the inside.

We had an in the city.
Me and my liked living there.
It's been years since the have grown,
a life of their own, us alone.

John and Linda in Omaha.
Joe is on the road.
We lost Davy in the war.
I still don't know for, don't matter any more.

You know that old trees just stronger,
and old rivers wilder every day,
but old people, just grow lonesome
waiting for to say,
"Hello in there. Hello"

Me and my husband, we don't much anymore.
He sits and stares through the screen.
And all the news just itself
like some forgotten
that we've seen.

Someday I'll go and up Judy.
We worked at the factory.
Ah, but what would I say when she what's new?
Say, "Nothing, what's with
much to do."

You know old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers wilder every day,
ah, but old people, they grow lonesome
waiting for to say,
"Hello in There. Hello."

So if you're walking the street sometime
and you should spot hollow ancient eyes,
don't you pass them by and
as if you care.
Say, "Hello in there. Hello."