Luyện nghe bài hát Moishe the Kid

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

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

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 Im telling you hes an ornery Jew who knocks
em and chugs himself a bud

Well on that day he hit the drive, you saw his eyes just alive, His jaw bout
nearly hit the floor
Cause he could tell just by the tread, of green, top of red
This stagecoach was the Chevy from door
He over to the guy and let out with a pitied sigh
And him til the joik was walking blind
And as Fido fertilized the flowers, had to work for hours
just one punch and his wheels 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 tiyou Im telling you hes an ornery Jew Who
em flat and chugs a bud

Well, Moishe the Kid just there
With his in intensive care
As a forty-seven crossed the moon
He stopped to savor the midnight
And whistled out to his dog
And stepped back his very own saloon
Now if you want to try you hand, and be the in the land
say I didnt warn you, cause I did
And remember, please that day
When the sorry soul got towed
For parkin in the path of the Kid

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