Luyện nghe bài hát In My Town

Up here on the hill, it's to rain,
The sun's disappearing my windowpane,
And everything's in my room.
Then a trolley goes by with its sound,
Like a clock on the wall and the rain 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, shack town, and hick town, my room.
down through the rain,
I think the going 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 inside and remain, notified.
I want a town that's clean and I a rule that's maintained.

If you're brown, down.
If black, get back.
white than right.
Better than red.
Better it contained 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.
come down here to City Hall,
Creating a big scene, "foul ball."
put the head rat on the stand.
"Are you now or have you been?"
Chief a make; director runs the names.
I write the rules; I the game.
There's the pitch, it's there goes your old neighborhood.

Tell the duck out the back,
Tell the monsignor keep the deal his hat.
Chavez Ravine plugged up, Hill ripped down.
Cement mixers spreading the around.
here is my town.
Then the trolley stops by on its way the hill,
And passing by my window sill.
No on the stairs, no knock at the door
Of my room, of my room.
Why I go down?