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

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

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

I think the have come for me,
Their 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 daughter lisa to me,

"dad the world is yours, and 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 behind shades.
I've seen them after their furious fights.
I've watched 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 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.