Luyện nghe bài hát The Apple Stretching

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

Uptown Luigi who don't English so good
Is an accident
Backing his dump truck the fence
The tin cans go down the lane

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

No, it ain't Day
No, it ain't

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

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

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

At the Acme discount over in Queens
The burglar alarm to scream
A cop whips out his gun, one and yells, "Freeze!"

No, it ain't War IV
No, it ain't War IV

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

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

The bag says, "Thank you" and curtsies
The herd of beaten tourists homeward
Having bitten off more than they chew
Moaning them old big city

Miss Liberty depicts her and grins
Another starts rattling
And Luigi's cans go down the hill

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

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

Sunny New
New York