Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The wind blowin' 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 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 down and ended up
In one of them on the block.
Got on the stage to and play,
Man said, "come back some other day,
You like 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 said he loved m' sound,
He was about how he loved m' sound;
a day's worth.

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

Now, a very great man 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 don't 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 rambled out of new town.
Pulled my cap down over my
And out for the western skies.
So long, new york.
Howdy, orange.