Luyện nghe bài hát The Camera Eye

Grim faced and
faces closed tight
An mass of New Yorkers

in rhythm
Race the oncoming
They through the streets of Manhattan

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

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

The are lost
In limitless rise
My catch the pulse and the purposeful stride

I the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of realities
The is sharp in the city

angle watcher
On life's ancient
Steeped in the of London

Green and washes
In a white veil
Mist in the streets of

and weathered
The pride still
Alive in the of the city

Are oblivious to this quality?
A quality of light
To every street

Pavements may teem intense energy
But the city is
In this sea

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