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 come new york town.
People goin' to the ground,
Buildings up to the sky.

in new york town,
The wind blowin' around.
Walk around with to go,
Somebody freeze right to the bone.
I right 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 a rocking, reeling, rolling ride,
I landed up on the side;
village.

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

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

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

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

So one mornin' 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 york.
Howdy, orange.