Luyện nghe bài hát Strawberry Cake

In New York city just the street
Ran out of had nothing to eat
I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy
Where you can check in if you're to do well...
The first of July and a hundred and
I stopped at the front revolving door
I in the door and went around for a ride
Treatin' myself to the air inside
Then I found in a chandeliered room
Where people were and I hid in the gloom
My hunger pains hurt 'til I I would break
When a waiter out a big strawberry cake

Oh that strawberry
Oh that cake
Out in California them berries were
And this city them berries were flown
For making strawberry cake

Then I thought of Oxnard, just of LA
I picked strawberries for many a day
Hard with no future for the harvest was done
And I eastward a-travelin' by thumb
And nobody wanted me here in this
I like a stray dog they all kick around
Them berries reminded me of my bad
I'm and I want that strawberry cake

I that strawberry cake
that strawberry cake
I ran and I grabbed it then out the side
Central Park through the bushes I tore
Holdin' my cake

I look back behind me and do I see
The chef and headwaiter and the d
I had a nice of cake as I ran
I gobble them as fast as I can
They're closin' the gap as I slowed to eat
But the cake a new surge of power to my feet
I hid in the bush the lead I did take
And I quietly finished my cake

I ate all that cake
fine fancy strawberry cake
Someone at the is without dessert
But for the first time in days now my don't hurt
I'm full of cake