Luyện nghe bài hát Moishe the Kid

Not ago on one fine day in Flushing, Queens
The was May
A day more than normal count of smog
The word went out to stay inside, from Tel Aviv to
Moishe the Kid was leashin up his dog

Well hes a quiet man who loves his
He loves em so he drives em
Hes and hes giving to a fault
But just watch out you park your car,
You just end up at the bar
And laying down a for assault

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his hair is but Im telling
you hes got shtetl in his blood
Well baruch-hu and a yippie tiyou Im you hes an ornery Jew who knocks
em flat and himself a bud

on that day he hit the drive, you saw his eyes just come alive, His jaw bout
nearly hit the floor
he could tell just by the tread, sides of green, top of red
This stagecoach was the Chevy next door
He sidled over to the guy and let out with a sigh
And him til the joik was walking blind
And as Fido fertilized the flowers, had to work for hours
'cause just one punch and his were misaligned

Well oy vey and a tiay and you might say his hair is grey but Im telling
you hes got shtetl dust in his
Well baruch-hu and a yippie Im telling you hes an ornery Jew Who knocks
em and chugs himself a bud

Well, the Kid just tarried there
With his neighbor in intensive
As a seven forty-seven crossed the
He stopped to savor the midnight
And out to his trusty dog
And back into his very own saloon
Now if you to try you hand, and be the baddest in the land
say I didnt warn you, cause I did
And remember, please fateful day
When the soul got towed away
For parkin in the of Moishe the Kid

Well oy vey and a yippie and you might say his hair is grey but Im telling
you hes got shtetl dust in his
Well baruch-hu and a yippie tiyou Im telling you hes an Jew Who knocks
em flat and chugs a bud