Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

Then out of her coat taking harmonicas
She sat to play on a doorstep
Saying, Come back to my 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 face behind the lace
Even now trying to get to see what's

Just the Baptist in the park getting laid
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 and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and and faces and things

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

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

And ruthless toothless agents sneak
And no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my knees in

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

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

Then she lay on the bed while the fed
Us records and adverts for cat food
And I looked at her my thoughts in the palm of my hand

And outside in the lands
The came and went
And the bums in the begging money for one last drink
Are round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in

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