Luyện nghe bài hát Moishe the Kid

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

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

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his hair is grey but Im
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

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

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you 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 and chugs himself a bud

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

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