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 coat taking harmonicas
She sat down to on a doorstep
Saying, Come back to my I will show you the stars and the signs

So I followed her into the lands
the window frames peel and flake
And the old face behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see cooking

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

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

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

While outside in the lands
The violent day runs
And the black and white minstrels run through the alleys
While the cops go

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

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

She spoke of while muttering apologies
For coffee tasted of hot dogs
I said, That's okay, mine was anyway and just grand

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

And in the black lands
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 evening breeze
I was on my knees in Brooklyn