Luyện nghe bài hát New York

(GUITAR & INTRO)
Welcome to the city, to disaster
You see a pretty girl, but you're walkin' right her
You give it up, get it back, Turn and ask her
She don't back so you talk a little faster

Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a
You're feelin' pretty 'til you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop
yell freeze so you take another snapshot

Ah ... New York
Ah ... New York

I guess everything my daddy me was right
you're in the Big Apple
Then you better to take a bite

(HARP SOLO)

I guess everything my daddy me was right
When in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a

in a hotel, workin for the housedick
You a little girl who's pullin' in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another
It won't long but it beats feelin' homesick

Jumpin' in a taxi, see the band play
It's on a little sidestreet, a off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you learn, You're down the wrong way
The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you the hard way

Ah ... New York
Ah ... New York
Ah ... New York
Ah ... New York
(GUITAR STUFF)
New York
(GUITAR & STUFF)
New York
(GUITAR & STUFF)