Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

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

in New York town the wind blowing snow around
Walk 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 then

I swung on to my old
Grabbed hold of a car
And a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown
Greenwich

I walked there and ended up
In one of coffee-houses on the block
Got on the to sing and play
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 there said, He loved my
He was raving about he my sound
Dollar a worth

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

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

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