Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The blowin' snow around.
Walk around nowhere to go,
Somebody could right to the bone.
I froze to the bone.
New york times it was the coldest winter in seventeen years;
I didn't 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 down there and ended up
In one of coffee-houses on the block.
Got on the to sing and play,
Man there said, "come back other day,
You sound a hillbilly;
We want singer here."

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

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

Now, a very man once said
That some people rob you with a pen.
It didn't take too long to out
Just he was talkin' about.
A lot of people 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.