Luyện nghe bài hát In My Town

Up here on the hill, starting to rain,
The disappearing through my windowpane,
And still in my room.
Then a goes by with its clattering sound,
a clock on the wall and the rain coming down,
And somebody's chattering way down the hall my room.

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

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

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