Luyện nghe bài hát New Orleans Wins The War

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

In my Daddy came to the city
Told the that they'd won the war
they'd heard it, maybe 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 they partied more
New Orleans had won the war
(We knew we'd do it, we whipped the Yankees)

Daddy said, "I'm get this boy out of this place
to sap his strength
People have fun here, and I think that should
But nobody from here come to no good
They're gonna pickle him in brandy and him he's saved
throw fireworks all 'round his grave"

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