Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

Rambling out of the west
the towns I love the best
Thought I'd some ups and down
'Till I into New York town
People going to the ground
going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town the wind snow around
Walk around nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the
I froze right to the bone, New York Times
"It was the winter in seventeen years"
I didn't feel so cold

I swung on to my old
Grabbed of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling
I landed up on the downtown
Village

I down there and ended up
In one of coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and
Man said, Come back some other day
You sound like a
We want folksingers

Well, I got a job begun to play
Blowing my out for a dollar a day
I inside out and upside down
The man said, He loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my
a day's worth

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

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

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