Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

Then out of her coat taking 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 the black lands
the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the
Even now to get to see what's cooking

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

Her house was a dusty of rusty
Confusion with and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and and faces and things

twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
And pawnbrokers
Lead their theatrical lives in their in the wings

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

And ruthless agents sneak around
And no one looking
And it's eighty
And I'm on my knees in Brooklyn

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

She spoke of astrology while muttering
For coffee that tasted of hot
I said, okay, mine was cold anyway and just grand

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

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

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