Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The blowin' snow around.
Walk around with to go,
Somebody could right to the bone.
I right 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 up on the downtown side;
village.

I walked down there and up
In one of them on the block.
Got on the stage to and play,
Man there said, "come some other day,
You sound like a
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 said he m' sound,
He was about how he loved m' sound;
Dollar a worth.

And after weeks and of hangin' 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 great man once
some people rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't take too to find out
Just what he was about.
A lot of people don't have much on their table,
But they got a lot of n' knives,
And they cut somethin'.

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