Luyện nghe bài hát The Camera Eye

Grim and forbidding
Their faces tight
An angular mass of New

Pacing in
Race the oncoming
They chase the streets of Manhattan

Head first
at a light
Then flow through the streets of the

seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain, an English rain
So light, yet endless from a sky

The buildings are
In their limitless
My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful

I feel the of possibilities
I feel the of hard realities
The focus is in the city

angle watcher
On life's tales
Steeped in the history of

and gray washes
In a white veil
in the streets of Westminster

Wistful and
The pride prevails
Alive in the streets of the

Are oblivious to this quality?
A quality of unique
To every city

Pavements may teem with energy
But the is calm
In violent sea

I feel the of possibilities
I the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the