Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

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

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

I on to my old guitar
hold of a subway car
And a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the side
Greenwich

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

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

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

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

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