Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

Rambling out of the wild
Leaving the I love the best
Thought I'd seen ups and down
I come into New York town
People going to the ground
going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York the wind blowing snow around
Walk with nowhere to go
Somebody could right to the bone
I froze to the bone, New York Times said
"It was the coldest in seventeen years"
I didn't so cold then

I swung on to my old
Grabbed hold of a car
And after a rocking, reeling, ride
I up on the downtown side
Village

I walked down and ended up
In one of coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to and play
Man there said, back some other day
You like a hillbilly
We want here

Well, I got a harmonica job to play
my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed out and upside down
The man there said, He my sound
He was raving about he my sound
Dollar a day's

weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York
In a bigger place, bigger too
Even joined the and paid my dues

Now, a very great man once
That some people rob you a fountain pen
It don't take too long to out
Just what he was talking
A lot of people don't have much food on their
But got a lot of forks and knives
And gotta cut something

So one morning when the sun was
I rambled out of New town
Pulled my cap over my eyes
And headed out for the western
So New York
Howdy, East