Luyện nghe bài hát New York Tendaberry

New York tendaberry, berry
A on rum, of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note, me
I ran away in the

New York tendaberry, berry
Rugs and and drugs and capes
Sweet kids in hunger

Firecrackers break and they
And dust and they skate
And the comes

I ran away in the
Now I'm back,

and pigeon
You look like a
But you feel religion to me

New tendabery, true berry
I lost my eyes, In east wind
Here I've cried, where I've tried
God and the tendaberry rise

Where quakers and
for life, for precious years
Join for life, through tears

New York