Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

Ramblin' outa the west,
Leavin' the 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 blowin' around.
Walk around with to go,
Somebody freeze right to the bone.
I froze to the bone.
New york said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years;
I feel so cold then.

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

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

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

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

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

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