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 near the Garden
Next to the Sugar
Momma used to me past an ice cream wagon
One side for White and one for Colored
I remember trash cans floatin' down Canal
It rained day one summer
Momma used to take me to Park
me the ways of the world
She said, "here comes a white boy, there goes a one,
one's an octoroon
This cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's
a red
And the paper down called the Picayune
And here's a New tune"

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

said, "I'm gonna get this boy out of this place
Bound to sap his
People have fun here, and I think that they
But from here every come to no good
They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he's
Then throw all 'round his grave"

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