Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

Here I am, we are
As it will go on
Noise, noise
Candles burn, are low
I a place to go

Life in it's constant state of nowhere
The music is nice, floats the air
Sounds of waves crashing
Percussive submissions, mind
Writing the left hand
Unknowing and taking the

Why not fly? Why not
This constant game I play to high
But all is a state of mind
All is reality of choice
evolution, constant adaptation
Constant state of nowhere

Footsteps, is loud
Kindness is brave, wisdom is
is necessary, I need it, we need it
Searching, for the satisfaction
It is nowhere, it is

Preaching, pleading, praying for God to
What are we waiting
Why are we so of taking charge?
But it's always changing,
In the constant state of nowhere

We all have to battle, roads to walk
Crosses to bear, mistakes and
and their steady glow
Water and its constant

horizon, rocks of times long gone
Still strong, still and so are we
we are forever
The constant state of going

The constant state of going
Constant state of nowhere
Con-con-constant state of nowhere
Constant of moving nowhere

like a jungle
It's like a

It's like a jungle out here, so much out here
And my dreams my rest, sleep's the cousin of death
Always feels a race against father time
In the of New York

All I see is street hoes, and bullet in my people
Only crime fills the brain, feels I'm going insane
The revolution has to start, waste no time
In the of New York

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