Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New York

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

Wintertime in new town,
The wind blowin' around.
Walk around nowhere to go,
Somebody freeze right to the bone.
I right to the bone.
New york times said it was the coldest in seventeen years;
I didn't feel so then.

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

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

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

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

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

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