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 goin' to the ground,
Buildings up to the sky.

in new york town,
The wind snow around.
Walk with nowhere to go,
could freeze right to the bone.
I right to the bone.
New york times it was the coldest winter in seventeen years;
I didn't so cold then.

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

I down there and ended up
In one of coffee-houses on the block.
Got on the stage to and play,
Man there said, "come back other day,
You sound a hillbilly;
We folk singer 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 and weeks of hangin' around,
I finally got a job in new town,
In a bigger place, bigger too,
Even joined the and paid m' dues.

Now, a very man once said
That people rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't take too long to out
Just he was talkin' about.
A lot of people don't have much food on table,
But they got a lot of n' knives,
And gotta cut somethin'.

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