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 out to stay 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 caring and hes to a fault
But just watch out where you park car,
You might end up at the bar
And laying down a for assault

Well oy vey and a yippie tiay and you say his hair is grey but Im telling
you hes got dust in his blood
Well baruch-hu and a yippie tiyou Im telling you hes an ornery Jew who
em flat and chugs 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 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 pitied
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 wheels were

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

Well, Moishe the Kid tarried there
With his in intensive care
As a seven forty-seven the moon
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 didnt you, cause I did
And remember, please that day
the sorry 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 and chugs himself a bud