Luyện nghe bài hát In My Town

Up on the hill, it's starting to rain,
The disappearing through my windowpane,
And everything's in my room.
Then a trolley goes by its clattering sound,
Like a on the wall and the rain coming down,
And somebody's chattering way the hall from my room.

my room, I see old town.
Crook town, wop town, and town.
Black town, town, and hick town, from my room.
Looking down the rain,
I think the going my way.
And a freeway coming soon
Right through dirty old room.
Can't you see a building
a palm tree used to be?
Well, I like a town flat, I like a street that's tame.
You out the trash; they all do the same.
But get back inside and remain, notified.
I want a town that's and I want a rule that's maintained.

If brown, back down.
If black, get back.
Better white right.
Better than red.
Better keep it in my town.
Now, in my town, I'm the big cheese.
Don't like all those commie rats in the palm
Up there in Ravine.
They come down to City Hall,
Creating a big scene, "foul ball."
We'll put the rat on the stand.
"Are you now or you ever been?"
Chief a make; director runs the names.
I write the rules; I the game.
There's the pitch, it's good; there your old neighborhood.

the mayor duck out the back,
Tell the keep the deal under his hat.
Chavez Ravine up, Bunker Hill ripped down.
mixers spreading the word around.
This is my town.
the trolley stops by on its way down the hill,
And somebody's by my window sill.
No shoes on the stairs, no at the door
Of my room, of my room.
Why should I go