Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

Oh I from 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 down to play on a
Saying, Come to my place I will show you the stars and the signs

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

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

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

Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan
And pawnbrokers
their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings

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

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

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 and just grand

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

And outside in the black
The came 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 and I made love on a mattress
the new moon looking
And in the cool evening
I was down on my knees in