Luyện nghe bài hát The Apple Stretching

The sun comes swaggering across the
And kisses the waiting in the narrows
And she already shaky stands there
Blushing, the torch of liberty

Uptown Luigi who don't English so good
Is having an
Backing his dump truck into the
The tin cans go clattering down the

A drowsy bum it's thunder
And pulls the news over his head to the rain

No, it ain't Day
No, it ain't

just the apple stretching and yawning
Just
New York its feet on the floor
It's the apple stretching and yawning
Just
New York putting its on the floor

Suburban fleeing the cracked cisterns
Worm fruit trees stream out Grand Central
Pleased to be breathing bagels and

In Square new graffiti, old revolutions
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for her a free coffee
Lucky he's a freak moonlighting

At the Acme store over in Queens
The burglar alarm to scream
A cop out his gun, fires one and yells, "Freeze!"

No, it World War IV
No, it ain't War IV

It's the apple stretching and yawning
morning
New York putting its feet on the
It's the apple stretching and yawning
Just
New York putting its feet on the

Nearby the a hooker makes a U
To help a man to his pew in the park
long ago home training jars the memory

The bag lady says, "Thank you" and
The herd of beaten tourists limp
bitten off more than they could chew
Moaning old big city blues

Miss Liberty depicts her qualms and
Another subway rattling
And Luigi's cans go down the hill

No, it ain't kind of ill wind
No, it ain't the coming to an end

Just the apple stretching and
morning
New York putting its on the floor
It's the apple stretching and yawning
Just
New York putting its on the floor

Sunny New
New York