Luyện nghe bài hát The Camera Eye

Grim faced and
faces closed tight
An angular mass of New

Pacing in
Race the night
chase through the streets of Manhattan

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

They oblivious
To a soft rain, like an English rain
So light, yet from a leaden sky

The are lost
In their limitless
My feet catch the pulse and the stride

I the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard
The focus is in the city

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

Green and washes
In a wispy white
Mist in the of Westminster

Wistful and
The still prevails
Alive in the of the city

Are they to this quality?
A of light unique
To city street

may teem with intense energy
But the city is
In violent sea

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