Luyện nghe bài hát The Camera Eye

Grim and forbidding
Their closed tight
An mass of New Yorkers

in rhythm
Race the night
They chase the streets of Manhattan

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

seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain, like an rain
So light, yet endless a leaden sky

The are lost
In their rise
My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful

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

Wide watcher
On life's ancient
Steeped in the history of

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

and weathered
The pride still
in the streets of the city

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

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

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