Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

Ramblin' outa the 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 wind blowin' around.
Walk with nowhere to go,
could freeze right to the bone.
I right to the bone.
New york times said it was the coldest winter in years;
I didn't so cold then.

I on to my old guitar,
Grabbed hold of a car,
And a rocking, reeling, rolling ride,
I landed up on the downtown
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 sound a hillbilly;
We want folk here."

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

And after and weeks of hangin' around,
I got a job in new york 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 didn't take too to find out
Just he was talkin' about.
A lot of don't have much food on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And they cut somethin'.

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