Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The wind blowin' around.
around with nowhere to go,
Somebody could freeze to the bone.
I froze to the bone.
New york times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen
I feel so cold then.

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

I walked down and ended up
In one of them on the block.
Got on the to sing and play,
Man there said, "come back other day,
You sound a hillbilly;
We want folk here."

Well, I got a harmonica job, to play,
my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I blowed inside out and down.
The man there he loved m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he loved m'
Dollar a worth.

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

Now, a great man once said
That people rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't take too to find 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 rambled out of new town.
Pulled my cap down over my
And out for the western skies.
So long, new york.
Howdy, orange.