Luyện nghe bài hát King of 7th Avenue

King of 7th avenue I can count all the in the city from the ledge on the twenty- seventh floor.
There 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 across from me, a man is committing a robbery.
It's another form of the new york lottery.
His ears must be burning, he the bag and he stares.
I'm the man out on the building.
Yes, no net down there...
And there's a woman below I see.
Her is quite beautiful.
It plays 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 think the have come for me,
Their reach up to the balcony.
They bathe me in light, me so I can't see.

I the crowd all ask for jumping,
While the all ask for calm.
Even the think I'm something,
The whole is in my palms.
My lisa says to me,

"dad the world is yours, and beautiful.
Don't throw it all on memories.

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

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

Yet the story astounds me.
The world now is watching.
From window ledge my throne,
I'm the of seventh avenue
And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.