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.
There must be ten thousand or more.
It's a hobby I can count on, helps me forget the cold.
And I get to the neighbors for as long as the ledge will hold.

In the window across from me, a man is a robbery.
It's another 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 a woman below that I see.
Her is quite beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

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

I think the sirens have 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 city is in my palms.
My daughter says to me,

"dad the is yours, and it's 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 behind their shades.
I've seen them 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 still astounds me.
The world now is watching.
From this ledge my throne,
I'm the king of seventh
And I'm not alone. I'm not alone.