Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

Oh I come from Pittsburgh to astrology
She said as she stepped on my
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth and Nine

out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
She sat to play on a doorstep
Saying, Come back to my I will show you the stars and the signs

So I followed her into the lands
Where the window peel and flake
And the old Jewish face the lace
Even now trying to get to see cooking

Just the Baptist in the park getting laid
there's no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my in Brooklyn

Her was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and

Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan
And Jewish-Italian
Lead their theatrical lives in their in the wings

While outside in the lands
The day runs wild
And the black and minstrels run through the crazy alleys
While the cops go

And ruthless toothless agents around
And no one looking
And it's degrees
And I'm on my knees in Brooklyn

And oh, I'm back in the city
You can tell by the smell of the stand in the rain

She spoke of astrology while muttering
For coffee that of hot dogs
I said, That's okay, mine was cold anyway and just

she lay on the bed while the radio fed
Us with records and for cat food
And I looked at her holding my thoughts in the of my hand

And in the black lands
The evening came and
And the bums in the street begging money for one drink
Are hanging round the liquor stores to get a foot in

And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a
With the new looking
And in the cool breeze
I was down on my in Brooklyn