Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

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

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

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

Well, I got a harmonica job begun to
my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside
The man said, He loved my sound
He was about he loved my sound
Dollar a worth

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

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

So one morning when the sun was
I out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my
And headed out for the skies
So long New
Howdy, Orange