Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

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

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

since lunch
It all comes at

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

You since lunch
It all at once

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

You waited since
It all comes at