Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

Ramblin' outa the west,
the towns I love the best.
Thought I'd some ups and down,
"til I into new york town.
goin' down to the ground,
Buildings up to the sky.

Wintertime in new town,
The wind snow around.
Walk around with to go,
Somebody could freeze to the bone.
I froze to the bone.
New times said it was the coldest 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 up on the downtown side;
village.

I down there and ended up
In one of coffee-houses on the block.
Got on the stage to and play,
Man there said, "come back some day,
You sound a hillbilly;
We folk singer here."

Well, I got a job, begun to play,
Blowin' my out for a dollar a day.
I inside out and upside down.
The man there said he m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he loved m'
a day's worth.

And after weeks and weeks of around,
I finally got a job in new town,
In a bigger place, bigger too,
joined the union and paid m' dues.

Now, a very man once said
That some people rob you with a pen.
It didn't take too long to out
Just he was talkin' about.
A lot of don't have much food on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And gotta cut somethin'.

So one when the sun was warm,
I rambled out of new town.
Pulled my cap down over my
And out for the western skies.
So long, new york.
Howdy, orange.