Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

Oh I from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine

Then out of her taking seven harmonicas
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 black
the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see cooking

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

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

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

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

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

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

She of astrology while muttering apologies
For that tasted 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 adverts for cat
And I looked at her holding my thoughts in the of my hand

And outside in the black
The came and went
And the bums in the street begging for one last drink
Are hanging the liquor stores trying to get a foot in

And the girl Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress
With the new moon
And in the cool evening
I was down on my knees in