Luyện nghe bài hát King of 7th Avenue

King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city 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 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 a woman below that I see.
Her silhouette is beautiful.
It tricks on my memory.

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

I the sirens have come for me,
searchlights reach up to the balcony.
They bathe me in light, blind me so I see.

I hear the 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 world is yours, and beautiful.
Don't it all away on memories.

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

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

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