Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass
Down on the that you walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk eye us with suspicion
The whole immortal corporation is giving permission

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

since lunch
It all at once

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

You waited lunch
It all at once

Sit on the wall, ask all the right questions
While all the racin' taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings imagine who might live
Imagining your Wolford's in a ball upon the sink

You since lunch
It all at once