Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

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

in it's constant state of moving nowhere
The music is nice, through the air
Sounds of waves crashing
Percussive submissions, conditions
with the left hand
Unknowing and the chance

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

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

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

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

Endless horizon, rocks of times gone
Still strong, here and so are we
Here we are
The constant state of going

The constant of going nowhere
Constant of going nowhere
state of moving nowhere
Constant state of nowhere

It's a jungle
It's a jungle

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

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

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