Luyện nghe bài hát In Brooklyn

Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study
She said as she on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk Fourth Street and Nine

Then out of her coat taking seven
She sat to play on a doorstep
Saying, Come back to my place I will show you the and the signs

So I her into the black lands
Where the window frames peel and
And the old Jewish face the lace
Even now trying to get to see what's

Just John the Baptist in the park getting
Thinking no one looking
And it's eighty
And I'm on my knees in Brooklyn

Her house was a dusty of rusty
Confusion landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and

Where twenty-five Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
And pawnbrokers
Lead their theatrical lives in their in the wings

While outside in the black
The violent day wild
And the and white minstrels run through the crazy alleys
While the cops go

And ruthless toothless agents sneak
And no one looking
And it's eighty
And I'm down on my knees in

And oh, I'm back in the again
You can tell by the smell of the hamburger in the rain

She spoke of astrology while muttering
For coffee that of hot dogs
I said, okay, mine was cold anyway and just grand

she lay on the bed while the radio fed
Us with records and for cat food
And I at her holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand

And in the black lands
The evening and went
And the in the street begging money for one last drink
Are round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in

And the girl from and I made love on a mattress
With the new looking
And in the cool breeze
I was down on my knees in