Luyện nghe bài hát New Orleans Wins The War

Don't remember much about my days,
But I been
We to live on Willow near the Garden District
to the Sugar Bowl
Momma used to wheel me past an ice wagon
One side for White and one side for
I remember trash cans floatin' down Street
It rained every day one
Momma used to me to Audubon Park
Show me the ways of the
She said, "here comes a white boy, there a black one,
that one's an
little 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
they'd heard it, maybe not
Probably they'd it and just forgot
'Cause they built him a platform there in Square
And the people came to hear him from
started to party and they partied some more
'Cause New had won the war
(We we'd do it, we done 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 they should
But nobody here every come to no good
They're gonna pickle him in and tell him he's saved
Then throw all 'round his grave"

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