Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' New York

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

Wintertime in New town the wind blowing snow around
around with nowhere to go
Somebody could right to the bone
I froze to the bone, New York Times said
"It was the winter in seventeen years"
I feel so cold then

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

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

Well, I got a job begun to play
Blowing my out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and down
The man there said, He my sound
He was raving about he my sound
Dollar a worth

weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York
In a place, bigger money too
Even joined the 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 food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and
And they cut something

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