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 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 from me, a man is a robbery.
It's another form of the new city 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 that I see.
Her is quite beautiful.
It plays on my memory.

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

I think the sirens 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,
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 is yours, and it's beautiful.
Don't it all away on memories.

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

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

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