Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

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

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

Waited since
It all at once

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

You waited lunch
It all at once

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

You since lunch
It all at once