Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, with dirty pigeons
a begging for three pennies and a princess
a junkie surgeon urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing that awful grin
I saw a corner store rest on a milk crate with a stog'
a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, hooker, jay walkers
a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost
I saw vandals tags and Puerto Rican flags
I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of (boom)
I saw a blind man a dog screaming "someday I'll see it all"
and he sat down with his hammer and saw
business men with multi-colored ties, checks
a nazi with on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names
a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo
a mother smackin' the off her child, replaced it with a stare
a pothole, a with a broken open sign
a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing
I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up a taxi driver
a squatter, a grandfather, an angry
I can see the roof on the apartment across the street
and kick myself because somewhere along the way I lost my
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
a black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and to it
I see a girl on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and
oh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed
a universe of brick slightly 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 crack in the
a slide show of six civilians gripping of gideon
sitting bent meridian
there's a fun ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow above yellow back dreams
and in the hydrants
tyrants(?), I see
the to the glamor standard
a dead bird, a bent
a bus stop of commuters waiting to have souls towed off to work
I seen the slap habits of bike messengers paws
and hug good 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 huddled behind those pearly doors
maybe I should sit up on my escape a little more