Luyện nghe bài hát In My Town

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

my room, I see old town.
Crook town, wop town, and town.
town, shack town, and hick town, from my room.
Looking through the rain,
I think the future's my way.
And there's a freeway coming
through this dirty old room.
Can't you see a 50-story
Where a tree used to be?
Well, I like a that's flat, I like a street that's tame.
You take out the trash; all do the same.
But get inside and remain, until notified.
I a town that's clean and I want a rule that's maintained.

If you're brown, down.
If black, get back.
white than right.
Better dead red.
keep it contained in my town.
Now, in my town, I'm the big cheese.
Don't like all commie rats in the palm trees
Up in Chavez 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 make; runs the names.
I the rules; I call the game.
There's the pitch, it's good; goes your old neighborhood.

the mayor duck out the back,
Tell the monsignor keep the deal his hat.
Chavez Ravine up, Bunker Hill ripped down.
Cement mixers the word around.
here is my town.
Then the trolley stops by on its way 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 I go down?