Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

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

I on to my old guitar,
Grabbed of a subway car,
And a rocking, reeling, rolling ride,
I landed up on the downtown
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 some 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 inside out and upside down.
The man there he loved m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he loved m'
a day's worth.

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

Now, a very great man said
That some people rob you a fountain pen.
It didn't take too long to out
what he was talkin' about.
A lot of people don't have food on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And gotta cut somethin'.

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