Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

Rambling out of the west
Leaving the I love the best
I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New town
People going down to the
going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town the wind snow around
around with nowhere to go
Somebody could right to the bone
I right 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 hold of a car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling
I landed up on the downtown
Village

I walked there and ended up
In one of them on the block
Got on the stage to and play
Man there said, back some other day
You sound 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 said, He loved my sound
He was about he loved my sound
a day's worth

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

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

So one when the sun was warm
I out of New York town
Pulled my cap down my eyes
And out for the western skies
So long New
Howdy, Orange