Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

Her house was a dusty of rusty
Confusion with landings and
And leaning bookcases and and faces and things

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

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

And ruthless toothless sneak around
And there's no one
And it's degrees
And I'm on my knees in Brooklyn

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

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

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

And in the black lands
The evening and went
And the bums in the street money for one last drink
Are hanging round the liquor trying to get a foot in

And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a
With the new looking
And in the evening breeze
I was down on my knees in