Luyện nghe bài hát The Apple Stretching

The sun comes swaggering the harbor
And kisses the lady waiting in the
And she already plenty shaky there
Blushing, the torch of liberty

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

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

No, it ain't Day
No, it Armageddon

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

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

In Time Square new graffiti, old
A bag lady is the waiter for giving her a free coffee
Lucky he's a Jesus moonlighting

At the Acme discount store over in
The burglar alarm starts to
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 apple and yawning
morning
New York its feet on the floor
just the apple stretching 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 training jars the memory

The bag says, "Thank you" and curtsies
The herd of beaten tourists limp
Having bitten off more they could chew
Moaning them old big blues

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

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

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

Sunny New
New York