Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Living

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

Line of taxis, I wait my
Tar and asphalt, exhaust and
the road on a patch of ground
Taxi drivers are kneeling

Beneath the concrete sky I watch them
While the people of the world on their way
I think praying for us all today
And the that fell from the sky that day

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

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

I pass the firemen on tonight
Carpets of flowers in
And thank you in a child's
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 life on this street
life on this street

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

I got in a taxi, said, "Hudson Street, please"
He started the and he looked 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 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 what they say"

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

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