Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

out of her coat 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 into the lands
the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see cooking

Just John the Baptist in the getting laid
Thinking there's no one
And it's degrees
And I'm on my knees in Brooklyn

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

Where Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
And Jewish-Italian
Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the

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

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

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

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 the radio fed
Us with records and for cat food
And I looked at her holding my thoughts in the of my hand

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

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