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 Fourth Street and Nine

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

So I followed her into the lands
Where the window frames peel and
And the old face behind the lace
now trying to get to see what's cooking

Just John the Baptist in the park laid
there's no one looking
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my in Brooklyn

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

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

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

And toothless agents sneak around
And there's no one
And eighty degrees
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 spoke of while muttering apologies
For coffee that tasted of hot
I said, That's okay, mine was cold anyway and grand

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

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