Luyện nghe bài hát White Sky

An ancient business, a piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you 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 little of carpet
A of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions a little Juliards
That come in the middle 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 own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor the Richard Skate Park

You waited since
It all comes at

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

You waited since
It all comes at