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 York with a walk between Fourth Street and

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

So I her into the black lands
Where the frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the
Even now trying to get to see cooking

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

Her was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion with landings and
And bookcases and spaces and faces and things

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

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

And ruthless agents sneak around
And no one looking
And it's eighty
And I'm down on my knees in

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

She of astrology while 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 evening and went
And the in the street begging money for one last drink
Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a in

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