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

Wintertime in new town,
The wind blowin' around.
around with nowhere to go,
Somebody could right to the bone.
I right to the bone.
New york said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years;
I feel so cold 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 walked there and ended up
In one of them 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,
my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I blowed 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 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 rob you with 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 out of new york town.
Pulled my cap over my eyes
And out for the western skies.
So long, new york.
Howdy, orange.