Luyện nghe bài hát King of 7th Avenue

King of 7th I can count all the lights in the city from the ledge on the twenty- seventh floor.
There must be ten window or more.
It's a hobby I can count on, helps me forget the cold.
And I get to meet the neighbors for as long as the will hold.

In the window across from me, a man is a robbery.
It's another of the new york city lottery.
His must be burning, he drops the bag and he stares.
I'm the man out on the building.
Yes, there's no net there...
And there's a below that I see.
Her is quite beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

Puts a face on the shadows in of me.
A crowd is forming, beneath this
ledge, my throne.
I am the king of avenue,
New city is my home.

I think the have come for me,
Their searchlights up to the balcony.
bathe me in light, blind me so I can't see.

I the crowd all ask for jumping,
the cops all ask for calm.
Even the pigeons I'm something,
The whole is in my palms.
My daughter says to me,

"dad the is yours, and it's beautiful.
Don't throw it all on memories.

got to meet new people..."
Yeah, will be good for me.
for me.
for me.
So I the lovers behind their shades.
I've seen them embrace after their fights.
I've them mend their fences, make their love all night.
Only to them down again,

Change the limits, the boundaries.
The same beginning, the end.

Yet the story still me.
The whole now is watching.
From this window my throne,
I'm the king of avenue
And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.