Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

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

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

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

I walked there and ended up
In one of them on the block
Got on the to sing and play
Man there said, Come back other day
You sound a hillbilly
We want here

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

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

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

So one when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York
Pulled my cap over my eyes
And headed out for the skies
So long New
Howdy, Orange