Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

Oh I come from to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my
I could show you New York with a between Fourth Street and Nine

Then out of her coat seven harmonicas
She sat down to 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 what's

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

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

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

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

And ruthless toothless agents sneak
And there's no one
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my in Brooklyn

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, okay, mine was cold anyway and just grand

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

And in the black lands
The evening came and
And the bums in the street begging money for one 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 looking
And in the cool breeze
I was down on my in Brooklyn