Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

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

So I followed her the black lands
the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see cooking

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

Her house was a collection of rusty
Confusion with landings and
And leaning bookcases and and faces and things

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

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

And ruthless toothless sneak around
And there's no one
And it's eighty
And I'm down on my knees in

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

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

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

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

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