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 haven't a to go

Life in it's state of moving nowhere
The is nice, floats through the air
Sounds of crashing everywhere
Percussive submissions, mind
Writing the left hand
and taking the chance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It's like a

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

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

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