Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

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

in it's constant state of moving nowhere
The music is nice, floats the air
Sounds of waves everywhere
submissions, mind conditions
Writing with the left
and taking the chance

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

Footsteps, silence is
is brave, wisdom is long
Loving is necessary, I need it, we it
Searching, looking for the
It is nowhere, it is

Preaching, pleading, for God to come
are we waiting for?
Why are we so of taking charge?
But always changing, always
In the state of going nowhere

We all have demons to battle, to walk
Crosses to bear, and sins
Candles and steady glow
and its constant crash

Endless horizon, of times long gone
strong, still here and so are we
Here we are
The constant state of nowhere

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

It's a jungle
It's a jungle

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

All I see is street hoes, and holes in my people
Only crime fills the brain, feels like I'm insane
The has to start, don't waste no time
In the streets of New

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