Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

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

So I followed her into the lands
Where the frames peel and flake
And the old face behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see what's

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

Her house was a dusty of rusty
Confusion with landings and
And leaning bookcases and spaces and and things

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

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

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

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

She spoke of astrology muttering apologies
For that tasted of hot dogs
I said, That's okay, mine was cold anyway and grand

Then she lay on the bed while the fed
Us with records and adverts for cat
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 last
Are round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in

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