Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

An ancient business, a modern piece of work
Down on the corner that you each day in passing
The elderly sales won't eye us with suspicion
The whole immortal corporation is it's permission

A stairway, a little piece of carpet
A of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a thousand little
That come together in the middle of

since lunch
It all comes at

the corner, the house that modern art built
I ask for modern art to keep it out the
The people who might own it, the sins of and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Serra Park

You waited since
It all comes at

Sit on the park wall, ask all the questions
all the horses racin' taxis in the winter
Look up at the imagine who might live there
Imagining Wolford's in a ball upon the sink there

You since lunch
It all at once