Luyện nghe bài hát King of 7th Avenue

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

In the window across 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, no net down there...
And there's a woman below I see.
Her is quite beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

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

I think the sirens come for me,
searchlights reach up to the balcony.
They bathe me in light, blind me so I see.

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

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

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

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

Yet the story astounds me.
The world now is watching.
this window ledge my throne,
I'm the king of seventh
And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.