Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

Standing on the corner, just me and ono,
We was waiting for to land.
Up a man with a guitar in his hand,
Singing, a marijuana, if you can.
His name was david peel and we found he was real,
He sang, the smokes dope evryday.
Up a policeman, shoved us of the street,
Singing, power to the today.

New city!
New city!
New city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Hey! hey!

Well, to maxs, kansas city, got down the nitty gritty
the elephants memory band.
Laid something as the news spread around
About the plastic ono elephants band.
Well, we played some funky boogie, and laid some fritti,
Singing, long tall a man.
Up come a preacher man, to be a teacher,
Singing, gods a red in drag!

New city!
New city!
New city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Ha! ha!

Hey! hey! hey! hey!
Hey!

Oh yeah!

Hey! new city!
Alright, new city!
New city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Hey! hey!

Well, we did the staten island ferry, making for the telly,
the fillmore and apollo for freedom.
Tried to shake our image, just a-cycling the village,
But we found that we had it back in london.
Well, came to bug us, hustle us or shove us,
We decided to it our home.
If the man wants to shove us out, we jump and shout,
The of liberty said, come!

New city!
New city!
New city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Hey! hey!

Oh, new york!
Uh, uh, uh.

Well, new york, yeh,
Alright!

Oh, new city!
Back in new city!
Yeah, new city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Ass city!

in the village,
Yeah, a city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Yeah, on!

Ow! uh!
Yeah!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new

Hey! a bad, bad city!
city!
city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Hey, city! city!

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Recorded live at the madison square garden, new york, n.y. 30 1972

to the people!
to the people!
to the people!
to the people!
to the people!
to the people!
to the people!
to the people!
to the people!

Two, three, four!

Standing on the corner, me and yoko ono,
We was waiting for her to land,
Up a man with a guitar in his hand,
Have if you can.
Well, his name was david
And we that he was real,
The pope dope evry day.
Up come the police, us off the street,
Singing, power to the today!

New city!
Madison garden!
Hey!
happenin, man?

Went back to kansas city, laid the nitty gritty
With the memory band.
something down as the news spread around
About the plastic ono memory band.
Played some frutti and played some funky boogie,
Long tall a man!
Up come the preacherman, to be a teacher,
Singing, gods a red in drag!

New city!
New city!
New city!
Que pasa, new
Que pasa, new
Hey!

Ow!

Ooh!

Well, new city, babe!
New york!
New city!

Yeah, new city!

in the village!
New city!

on, hit it!
Ah, a bad ass city!
Yeah!
over!