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.
must be ten thousand window or more.
It's a hobby I can on, helps me forget about the cold.
And I get to the neighbors for as long as the ledge will hold.

In the window from me, a man is committing a robbery.
It's form 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, no net down there...
And there's a woman that I see.
Her silhouette is beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

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

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

I the crowd all ask for jumping,
While the all ask for calm.
Even the think I'm something,
The city is in my palms.
My daughter 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 lovers their shades.
seen them embrace after their furious fights.
I've watched them mend their fences, make love all night.
Only to tear them again,

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

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