Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Living

Late afternoon in New York town
Waking up as the touch down
Pick up my and walk away
I was going home to stay

Line of taxis, I my turn
Tar and asphalt, exhaust and
Beside the road on a patch of
Taxi drivers are down

Beneath the concrete sky I watch pray
While the people of the hurry on their way
I think they're praying for us all
And the stories that from the sky that day

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

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

I pass the firemen on tonight
Carpets of in candlelight
And thank you in a scrawl
Taped to the Third Street wall

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

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

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

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

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

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