Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

Ramblin' outa the west,
the towns I love the best.
Thought I'd seen ups and down,
"til I come new york town.
goin' down to the ground,
Buildings up to the sky.

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

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

I down there and ended up
In one of them on the block.
Got on the stage to and play,
Man there said, "come back some day,
You sound like a
We want folk here."

Well, I got a harmonica job, to play,
Blowin' my out for a dollar a day.
I blowed inside out and down.
The man there he loved m' sound,
He was about how he loved m' sound;
Dollar a worth.

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

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

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