Luyện nghe bài hát City Lights

The little old sat on the porch of the farm-house.
The little old lady rocked and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her.
"And see the pretty little egg that the hen laid."
The little old lady took off her and squinted.
And how she literally had me floored.
She said: "I'm to meet someone who appreciates
the that nature initiates.
It's to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.
I miss those city lights, those city lights,
those twinkling lights blurring my eyes.
I love those lights, the color of city sights
that shine under city tinting the skies.
New mown hay me hay fever.
There's the rooster, my cleaver?
So laid back, my mind crack,
and the thresher's up my pressure's up.
lights, oh, I long for those city lights,
the of those beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the and go shove 'em,
urban crises, how I 'em!
Grime and grit and city lights.
Walking to pick a daisy,
that drive a person crazy.
Home-made bread here like lead,
and peach preserves--
oh, please, my nerves!
City lights, how I for those city lights,
the bulbs of those beaming beckoning me there.
Be there.
Sties and stables are smelly,
let me sniff some deli,
lit by pretty city lights.
Pluck lillies of the valley,
let me up some alley
dimly lit by city lights.
air means zilch to me,
I won't nothing I can't see.
So let me quit and hit those city lights.
Hit them lights!
Love them lights!
Fairs and socials no pluses,
I saw on cross-town buses
lit by pretty city lights.
Hold udder and churn that butter,
me, I'd shoot some gutter
dimly lit by city lights.
Slop those sows, go on and fill pails,
Honey, just let me plant my buns in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty lights.
Love city lights!