Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The wind snow around.
Walk with 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 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 to sing and play,
Man there said, "come some other day,
You like a hillbilly;
We want singer here."

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

And after weeks and 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 very man once said
That some people rob you with a pen.
It take too long to find out
Just what he was about.
A lot of people don't much food on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And gotta cut somethin'.

So one mornin' 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.