Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

Ramblin' the wild west,
the towns I love the best.
Thought I'd seen ups and down,
"til I come into new town.
People goin' to the ground,
Buildings up to the sky.

in new york town,
The blowin' snow around.
Walk with nowhere to go,
Somebody could right to the bone.
I right to the bone.
New york said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years;
I feel so cold then.

I on to my old guitar,
hold of a subway car,
And a rocking, reeling, rolling ride,
I landed up on the downtown
village.

I walked there and ended up
In one of them on the block.
Got on the to sing and play,
Man there said, "come back some day,
You like a hillbilly;
We want folk here."

Well, I got a harmonica job, to play,
Blowin' my out for a dollar a day.
I blowed out and upside down.
The man there said he m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he m' sound;
a day's worth.

And after and weeks of hangin' around,
I finally got a job in new town,
In a place, bigger money too,
Even joined the and paid m' dues.

Now, a great man once said
That some rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't too long to find out
Just what he was about.
A lot of people don't have much on their table,
But they got a lot of n' knives,
And gotta cut somethin'.

So one when the sun was warm,
I rambled out of new town.
my cap down over my eyes
And out for the western skies.
So long, new york.
Howdy, orange.