Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Train

Phil ochs checked the chelsea hotel,
was blood on his clothes and they were dirty.
I could see by his he was not feeling well,
He'd been to one too parties.
He in the lobby a picture of doom,
It was plain to see he'd a-drinkin'
I had to him up to his room,
To out what he was thinking
"train, train, train"
From the in his brain
But still the same refrain

He walked in his room and he on the floor
in his hangover
Now the act from the he plays on the street
Handing out piles of
His audience now is the that he meets
Is he a phony or