Luyện nghe bài hát No Joy In Mudville

Last night I that I was you
I was dressed all in black with glasses and attitude
Such a pose I could simply not
Through days in a northern town I had once called a home

And your of fringe New York streets
I was the pavement in every word you would speak
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and on

Buying for the poets upstate
This southern corruption towed you the interstate
And they all said that you were the
Of a disruption that surfaced when you would sing

And this town simply cannot
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading
To a brownstone up flights of stairs and it's on

If I had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?

Trust fund hipsters casing the room
Chock full of amphetamines the kick drum boom
Set the pace with incomparable
And if the temp was lousy it was on all but you

And your studies of New York streets
I was reading the pavement in word you would speak
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and on, on, on, it's on

If I could've had my way, year would bridge '66 again?
If I could've had my way, year would bridge '66 again?