Luyện nghe bài hát King of 7th Avenue

King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the on the twenty- seventh floor.
must be ten thousand 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 as the ledge will hold.

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

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

I think the sirens come for me,
searchlights reach up to the balcony.
They bathe me in light, me so I can't see.

I hear the all ask for jumping,
While the all ask for calm.
Even the pigeons I'm something,
The city is in my palms.
My lisa says to me,

"dad the is yours, and it's beautiful.
throw it all away on memories.

You've got to new people..."
Yeah, that be good for me.
for me.
for me.
So I watch the behind their shades.
I've seen them embrace their furious fights.
I've watched them their fences, make their love all night.
Only to tear down again,

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

Yet the still astounds me.
The whole now is watching.
From window ledge my throne,
I'm the of seventh avenue
And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.