Luyện nghe bài hát New Orleans Wins The War

Don't remember much my baby days,
But I been
We used to live on near the Garden District
Next to the Bowl
Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream
One for White and one side for Colored
I remember trash cans floatin' down Street
It rained day one summer
Momma used to me to Audubon Park
me the ways of the world
She said, "here comes a white boy, goes a black one,
one's an octoroon
This little here's a macaroon, that big round thing's
a red
And the paper here's called the Picayune
And a New Orleans tune"

In 1948 my Daddy to the city
the people that they'd won the war
Maybe they'd heard it, not
Probably they'd it and just forgot
they built him a platform there in Jackson Square
And the people came to him from everywhere
They started to party and they partied more
'Cause New 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 fun here, and I think that they should
But nobody from here come to no good
They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him saved
throw 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 morning, of a blue blue day
Lose bad dreams
Those gray clouds you, what you want them around
with you
You got to love you
Who ask for more?
It's a blue morning, of a blue blue day
All your bad drift away