Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

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

Life in constant state of moving nowhere
The is nice, floats through the air
Sounds of waves crashing
Percussive submissions, mind
Writing with the hand
and taking the chance

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 moving

Footsteps, silence is
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 waiting
Why are we so afraid of taking
But it's always changing,
In the constant of going nowhere

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

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

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

It's a jungle
It's a jungle

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

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

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