Luyện nghe bài hát New Orleans Wins The War

Don't remember much about my days,
But I told
We used to live on Willow the Garden District
to the Sugar Bowl
Momma used to me past an ice cream wagon
One side for White and one for Colored
I remember trash floatin' down Canal Street
It every day one summer
used to take me to Audubon Park
Show me the of the world
She said, "here a white boy, there goes a black one,
one's an octoroon
This little cookie here's a macaroon, big round thing's
a red
And the paper here's called the Picayune
And a New Orleans tune"

In 1948 my Daddy came to the
Told the that they'd won the war
they'd heard it, maybe not
Probably they'd it and just forgot
'Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson
And the people came to him from everywhere
They started to party and they some more
New Orleans had won the war
(We we'd do it, we done whipped the Yankees)

Daddy said, "I'm get this boy out of this place
Bound to sap his
People have fun here, and I think that they
But nobody from here every to no good
They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him saved
Then fireworks all 'round his grave"

So he took us down to the airport, and us back to L.A.
That was the end of my days
Blue blue morning, blue day
All bad dreams drift away
It's a blue blue morning, of a blue day
Lose bad dreams
Those gray clouds above you, what you them around
you for?
You got someone to you
Who could ask for
a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day
All your bad drift away