Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

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

So I followed her the black lands
Where the 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
there's no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my in Brooklyn

Her was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and and things

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

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

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

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

She spoke of astrology while apologies
For coffee that tasted of hot
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 looked at her holding my in the palm of my hand

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

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