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,
Like a clock on the wall and the coming down,
And somebody's way down 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.
down through the rain,
I think the future's my way.
And there's a freeway coming
Right through dirty old room.
Can't you see a building
a palm tree used to be?
Well, I like a town that's flat, I like a that's tame.
You take out the 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 you're brown, 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.
like all those commie rats in the palm trees
Up in Chavez Ravine.
They down here to City Hall,
a big scene, crying "foul ball."
We'll put the rat on the stand.
"Are you now or have you been?"
Chief runs a make; director the names.
I write the I call the game.
There's the pitch, it's there goes your old neighborhood.

Tell the mayor out the back,
the monsignor keep the deal under his hat.
Chavez Ravine plugged up, 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