Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets Of New York

The of New York
a maze of iron and stone.
A complete,
with edges cut through the bone.

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

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

buildings abound,
of steel,
long lines at the lost and
all serve to
the of New York

The of New York
faces only mothers could love.
From rich in silk,
to who cant get enough.

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

The of New York
like a matchmakers dream.
Day night,
through canyons of and steam.

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

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

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