Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my fire and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty
a vagabond begging for pennies and a princess
a junkie tourniquet urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing that teethless grin
I saw a corner merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'
a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, hooker, jay walkers
a table on a sidewalk four old men slappin' dominos down
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost
I saw catching tags and Puerto Rican flags
I saw a pregnant woman on the of bursting (boom)
I saw a blind man with a dog screaming "someday see it all"
and then he sat down his hammer and saw
business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere
a with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a with his names
a circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks rainbow streaks in dayglo hair
a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it a stare
a pothole, a storefront with a broken sign
a hole in the bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time
I see a up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver
a squatter, a grandfather, an right-to-lifer
I can see the roof garden on the across the street
and myself because somewhere along the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
a black man with a and a will to make you sit and listen to it
I see a little on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother similak pacifier and regrets
oh, a day turned stale, a hammer a rusty nail, a failed marriage
a universe of brick buildings slightly off
a challenge, I see a chance to add colors to my favorite palette
my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my talons
I see a in the sidewalk
a slide show of six gripping bottles of gideon
sitting inside bent
a fun house ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams yellow back dreams
and children in the
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the glamor
a dead bird, a curb
a bus of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to work
I seen the slap dash of bike messengers paws
and hug good leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependence
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all
a carnival amusement park where a heart is a
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind pearly doors
maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little