Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

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

A stairway, a little piece of carpet
A of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a thousand 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 modern art to keep it out the
The people who might own it, the of pride and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Skate Park

You waited lunch
It all comes at

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

You waited since
It all comes at