Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study
She as she stepped on my instep
I could you New York 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
the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the
Even now trying to get to see cooking

Just John the in the park getting laid
there's no one looking
And it's eighty
And I'm down on my knees in

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

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

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

And ruthless toothless agents sneak
And there's no one
And eighty degrees
And I'm down on my in Brooklyn

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 tasted of hot dogs
I said, That's okay, mine was cold and just grand

she lay on the bed while the radio fed
Us with records and for cat food
And I at her holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand

And outside in the black
The came and went
And the in the street begging money for one last drink
Are hanging round the liquor 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 breeze
I was on my knees in Brooklyn