Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

Rambling out of the west
Leaving the towns I the best
Thought I'd some ups and down
I come into New York town
People down to the ground
going up to the sky

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

I on to my old guitar
Grabbed of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, ride
I landed up on the downtown
Village

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 back other day
You like a hillbilly
We folksingers here

Well, I got a job begun to play
Blowing my 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
Dollar a worth

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

Now, a very great man said
That some 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 have much food on their
But they got a lot of forks and
And gotta cut something

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