Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

in new york town,
The wind blowin' around.
Walk around nowhere to go,
Somebody could right to the bone.
I right to the bone.
New york times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen
I didn't feel so then.

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

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

Well, I got a harmonica job, to play,
Blowin' my out for a dollar a day.
I blowed inside out and down.
The man there said he m' sound,
He was about how he loved m' sound;
a day's 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 man once said
That some rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't take too long to out
Just he was talkin' about.
A lot of people don't much food on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And they cut somethin'.

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