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 taking seven harmonicas
She sat to play on a doorstep
Saying, Come to my place I will 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 the lace
Even now trying to get to see what's

John the Baptist in the park getting laid
Thinking there's no one
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my knees in

Her house was a dusty of rusty
with landings and tunnels
And bookcases and spaces and faces and things

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

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

And ruthless toothless sneak around
And there's no one
And it's degrees
And I'm on my knees 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 muttering apologies
For coffee that tasted of hot
I said, That's okay, was cold 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 of my hand

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