Luyện nghe bài hát The Apple Stretching

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

Uptown Luigi who speak English so good
Is having an
Backing his dump truck the fence
The tin cans go clattering down the

A drowsy bum thinks it's
And pulls the news over his to stop the rain

No, it ain't Day
No, it Armageddon

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

Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked
Worm ridden fruit trees stream out Central
to be breathing bagels and pollution

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunny New
New York