Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

Ya dont need money when youre famous. They ya whatever ya want gratis!

as...?

A pair of new shoes with laces...

A permanent box at the Races....

Pastrami on rye a sour pickle...

My personal on a wooden nickel...

Look at me: I'm the of New York!

Im
right at'cha,
Lousy sta'cha.

Nobbin all the muckety-mucks,
I'm blowin my and goin deluxe

And I be!
Ain't I
RACE AND
Its my city.
I'm the of New York!

A solid gold with a chain to twirl it...
LES
My own bed and an indoor terlet...

A haircut that cost a quarter...

A regular beat for the reporter!

Am-scray*, punk, Shes the of New York!
*('scram' in pig latin)

Whod'a thunk! Im the of New York!

We was sunk, pale, and pitiful,

wet noodles!
KATHERINE &
poodles.
LES
Almost about to in the drink,

When she us out

And us in ink!

So get drunk!

Yeah!

Not liquor. Fame works quicker
you're king of New York.

I be either dead or dreamin,
Cause look at that pape my face beamin.
Tomorrow they may fishes in it,
But I was a for one whole minute!
break*
NEWSIES &
at me:
Im the of New York!
and see:
This is gonna make both the
Pee in pant-sies.
are shootin bright as a sun!
Im one son of a gun!
I
Though I out, I ain't tapped out!
Im the king of
may flee.
Let 'em 'ya!
Snap one
Youre the of New-
History!
Front story,
and glory,
I'm the of New York!