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 on, helps me forget about the cold.
And I get to meet the neighbors for as long as the ledge hold.

In the window from me, a man is committing a robbery.
It's another form of the new york lottery.
His ears 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 below I see.
Her silhouette is beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

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

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

I the crowd all ask for jumping,
While the all ask for calm.
the pigeons think I'm something,
The whole 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 will be for me.
for me.
for me.
So I watch the lovers behind shades.
seen them embrace after their furious fights.
I've them mend their fences, make their love all night.
Only to tear down again,

Change the limits, 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 king of seventh
And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.