Luyện nghe bài hát New Orleans Wins The War

Don't remember much my baby days,
But I told
We used to live on near the Garden District
Next to the Bowl
Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream
One side for and one side for Colored
I remember trash floatin' down Canal Street
It every day one summer
Momma used to me to Audubon Park
me the ways of the world
She said, "here comes a white boy, there a black one,
that an octoroon
little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's
a red
And the paper down here's the Picayune
And a New Orleans tune"

In 1948 my Daddy to the city
Told the people they'd won the war
Maybe they'd it, maybe not
Probably they'd it and just forgot
they built him a platform there in Jackson Square
And the people to hear him from everywhere
started to party and they partied some more
'Cause New had won the war
(We knew we'd do it, we done the Yankees)

Daddy said, "I'm get this boy out of this place
Bound to sap his
People have fun here, and I think they should
But nobody from here every come to no
They're pickle him in brandy and tell him he's saved
Then throw all 'round his grave"

So he took us down to the airport, and us back to L.A.
That was the end of my days
Blue blue morning, blue day
All your bad dreams drift
It's a blue blue morning, of a blue day
Lose those bad
Those gray clouds above you, what you want them
with you
You got someone to you
Who could ask for
a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day
All your bad drift away