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 Fourth Street and Nine

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

So I followed her into the black
Where the window peel and flake
And the old Jewish behind the lace
now trying to get to see what's cooking

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

Her house was a dusty collection of
Confusion landings and tunnels
And bookcases and spaces and faces and things

Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Mohicans
And pawnbrokers
Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the

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

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

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

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

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

And outside in the black
The evening came and
And the bums in the street money for one last drink
Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a in

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