Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

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

So I her into the black lands
Where the window frames and flake
And the old face behind the lace
Even now to get to see what's cooking

John the Baptist in the park getting laid
Thinking no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm on my knees in Brooklyn

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

Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Mohicans
And pawnbrokers
Lead their theatrical lives in rooms in the wings

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

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

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

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

Then she lay on the bed the radio fed
Us with records and adverts for cat
And I looked at her my thoughts 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 drink
Are hanging the liquor stores trying to get a foot in

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