Luyện nghe bài hát Moishe the Kid

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

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

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

on that day he hit the drive, you saw his eyes just come alive, His jaw bout
nearly hit the floor
Cause he could tell by the tread, sides of green, top of red
This stagecoach was the Chevy from next
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, mechanics had to for hours
'cause just one and his wheels were misaligned

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

Well, Moishe the Kid just tarried
his neighbor in intensive care
As a seven forty-seven crossed the
He stopped to the midnight smog
And whistled out to his dog
And stepped back into his own saloon
Now if you want to try you hand, and be the baddest in the
Dont say I warn you, cause I did
And remember, please fateful day
When the sorry soul got away
For in the path of Moishe the Kid

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you might say his 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 and chugs himself a bud