Luyện nghe bài hát The Apple Stretching

The sun comes swaggering the harbor
And the lady waiting in the narrows
And she already plenty stands there
Blushing, clutching the of liberty

Luigi who don't speak English so good
Is having an
Backing his dump into the fence
The tin cans go down the lane

A drowsy bum thinks thunder
And the news over his head to stop the rain

No, it ain't Day
No, it Armageddon

It's just the apple stretching and
morning
New putting its feet on the floor
just the apple stretching and yawning
Just
New putting its feet on the floor

refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns
Worm ridden fruit stream out Grand Central
Pleased to be breathing and pollution

In Time new graffiti, old revolutions
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for her a free coffee
Lucky a Jesus freak moonlighting

At the Acme discount store over in
The alarm starts to scream
A cop out his gun, fires one and yells, "Freeze!"

No, it World War IV
No, it World War IV

It's the apple stretching and yawning
Just
New putting its feet on the floor
It's just the apple and yawning
Just
New putting its feet on the floor

Nearby the Hudson a hooker a U
To help a man to his pew in the park
Some long ago home training the memory

The bag lady says, "Thank you" and
The herd of tourists limp homeward
Having bitten off than they could chew
Moaning old big city blues

Miss depicts her qualms and grins
Another subway starts
And cans go clattering down the hill

No, it ain't kind of ill wind
No, it ain't the coming to an end

Just the stretching and yawning
Just
New York its feet on the floor
It's just the stretching and yawning
morning
New York putting its on the floor

New York
Sunny New