Luyện nghe bài hát King of 7th Avenue

King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the on the twenty- seventh floor.
There be ten thousand window or more.
a hobby I can count 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.
another form of the new york city lottery.
His ears must be burning, he the bag and he stares.
I'm the man out on the building.
Yes, there's no net there...
And a woman below that I see.
Her silhouette is beautiful.
It tricks on my memory.

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

I think the sirens come for me,
Their searchlights up to the balcony.
bathe 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 city is in my palms.
My daughter says to me,

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

You've got to new people..."
Yeah, will be good for me.
for me.
for me.
So I watch the lovers behind shades.
I've them embrace after their furious fights.
I've watched them mend their fences, their love all night.
Only to tear them again,

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

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