Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

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

Life in it's constant state of moving
The music is nice, floats the air
of waves crashing everywhere
Percussive submissions, mind
Writing with the hand
and taking the chance

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

Footsteps, is loud
is brave, wisdom is long
Loving is necessary, I need it, we it
Searching, for the satisfaction
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 constant state of nowhere

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

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

The constant state of going
state of going nowhere
Con-con-constant state of 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 steal my rest, sleep's the cousin of death
Always feels like a race against father
In the streets of New

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

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