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 into new york town.
People goin' to the ground,
Buildings up to the sky.

in new york town,
The wind snow around.
Walk around with to go,
Somebody could right to the bone.
I froze 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 hold of a car,
And after a rocking, reeling, ride,
I up on the downtown side;
village.

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

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

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

Now, a very man once said
That some people rob you a fountain pen.
It take too long to find 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 they cut somethin'.

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