Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Living

Late afternoon back in New York
Waking up as the wheels down
Pick up my and walk away
Wish I was home to stay

of taxis, I wait my turn
Tar and asphalt, and fumes
Beside the road on a patch of
drivers are kneeling down

Beneath the sky I watch them pray
While the people of the hurry on their way
I think praying for us all today
And the stories that fell the sky that day

This is the of the living
This is the that's mine
She watches over Manhattan
still holding onto that torch for life

Back fire's still burning, I can see it in the air
of faces posted everywhere
They say, "Hazel eyes, chestnut
of two, missing down there"

I pass the firemen on duty
of flowers in candlelight
And thank you in a child's
Taped to the Street firehouse wall

There's shadows of the lost on the I see
Brothers and strangers on island of grief
There's death in the air but there's on this street
life on this street

This is the of the living
This is the land that's
She still watches Manhattan
She's holding onto that torch for life

I got in a taxi, said, "Hudson Street, please"
He started the and he looked at me
I glanced at his name on the back of his
And I looked out the window at the filled streets

I noticed cuts on his and his face
And I said, "You're bleeding, are you okay?"
He said, "I'm not so good, got beat up
And I'm not one of them no matter they say"

"I'm just worried about my
My wife's in the house and she's to leave"
And I didn't know what to say, I know what to say
But I said a prayer for him

This is the land of the
is the land that's mine
She still watches over
She's still holding onto that torch for