Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

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

A stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors are facing one another
Out in directions a thousand little Juliards
That come in the middle of Manhattan

Waited lunch
It all at once

Around the corner, the house 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 the Richard Serra Skate Park

You waited since
It all at once

Sit on the park wall, ask all the right
While all the horses racin' in the winter
Look up at the buildings who might live there
Imagining your Wolford's in a upon the sink there

You waited lunch
It all at once