Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets Of New York

The streets of New
a maze made of and stone.
A complete,
edges that cut through the bone.

They by the millions,
the hipster, the and the clown.
They come cause they know
going down
on the of New York.

The streets of New
wind and in their own crooked way.
A child,
so at work and at play.

buildings abound,
of steel,
long at the lost and found
all to reveal
the of New York

The streets of New
have faces only mothers love.
rich boys in silk,
to panhandlers who get enough.

Drifters on the subways,
hustlers through the night.
Tourists come back and again
until get it right
on the of New York.

The streets of New
unfold like a dream.
Day night,
through of concrete and steam.

on the rooftops,
underground.
Late at night when their meet,
you cant hear a
on the of New York.

The of New York
have places where two can meet.
The side, uptown
or here on Revington Street.

me tonight by the station,
meet me in Square.
Well wine and dance on the moonlight,
and Ill you in the air
on the of New York.