Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

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

So I followed her into the lands
Where the window peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the
Even now trying to get to see what's

Just John the Baptist in the park getting
Thinking there's no one
And it's eighty
And I'm down on my knees in

Her house was a dusty of rusty
with landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and

Where Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
And pawnbrokers
Lead theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings

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

And ruthless agents sneak around
And no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my in Brooklyn

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

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

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

And outside in the lands
The evening and went
And the in the street begging money for one last drink
Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a in

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