Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The wind snow around.
around 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 seventeen
I didn't so cold then.

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

I walked down 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 job, begun to play,
my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I blowed out and upside down.
The man there said he m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he m' sound;
a day's 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 with a pen.
It take too long to find out
Just what he was about.
A lot of people don't have much on their table,
But got a lot of forks n' knives,
And they cut somethin'.

So one when 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.