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

Wintertime in new town,
The blowin' snow around.
Walk around nowhere to go,
Somebody freeze right to the bone.
I froze to the bone.
New york times said it was the winter in seventeen years;
I feel so cold then.

I on to my old guitar,
hold of a subway car,
And after a rocking, reeling, ride,
I landed up on the side;
village.

I walked down there and up
In one of coffee-houses on the block.
Got on the stage to and play,
Man there said, "come some other day,
You sound a hillbilly;
We want folk 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 said he 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 place, bigger money too,
Even the union and paid m' dues.

Now, a very great man once
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 much on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And gotta cut somethin'.

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