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 Street and

Then out of her coat 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 black
Where the frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the
Even now to get to see what's cooking

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

Her house was a collection of rusty
Confusion with and tunnels
And leaning and spaces and faces and things

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

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

And ruthless toothless agents sneak
And no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my 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 while muttering apologies
For that tasted of hot dogs
I said, That's okay, mine was cold anyway and just

Then she lay on the bed the radio fed
Us records 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 drink
Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a in

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