Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my fire and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty
a vagabond begging for three and a princess
a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the in
a senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin
I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a
a pierced nose, a model a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers
a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a town
I saw vandals tags and Puerto Rican flags
I saw a pregnant on the verge of bursting (boom)
I saw a blind man with a dog "someday I'll see it all"
and then he sat with his hammer and saw
men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checks
a with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a with his names
a thug circus, a pack of shook hugging their purses
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo
a mother smackin' the grin off her child, it with a stare
a pothole, a with a broken open sign
a hole in the bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time
I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a driver
a squatter, a grandfather, an right-to-lifer
I can see the roof garden on the across the street
and kick myself somewhere along the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a student
a black man with a horn and a will to you sit and listen to it
I see a little girl on the corner bubbles, braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother with pacifier and regrets
oh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a nail, a failed marriage
a universe of brick buildings off balance
a challenge, I see a to add real colors to my favorite palette
raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my
I see a in the sidewalk
a show of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon
sitting inside bent
there's a fun ooh, a sun spout
spraying beams above yellow back dreams
and in the hydrants
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the standard
a bird, a bent curb
a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their towed off to work
I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers
and hug that leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependence
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all
a amusement park where a heart is a luxury
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those doors
maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a more