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 for as long as the ledge will hold.

In the window across me, a man is committing a robbery.
It's form of the new york city 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 is quite beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet the story 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.