Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was on my fire escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with pigeons
a vagabond begging for three pennies and a
a junkie surgeon urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing awful teethless grin
I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate a stog'
a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay
a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost
I saw vandals catching tags and 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 with his and saw
business men with ties, cashmere checks
a nazi tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp his names
a thug circus, a of shook tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in hair
a smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare
a pothole, a storefront with a broken open
a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's 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 apartment the street
and kick myself because somewhere along the way I my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
a black man with a horn and a will to you sit and listen to it
I see a little on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and
oh, a day stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed marriage
a universe of buildings slightly off balance
a challenge, I see a to add real colors to my favorite palette
raise my mallet towards the gods and swing my talons
I see a in the sidewalk
a slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of
sitting inside bent
a fun house ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above yellow back
and in the hydrants
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the standard
a bird, a bent curb
a bus stop of waiting to have their souls towed off to work
I seen the slap dash habits of messengers paws
and hug that good leaf on the way to damaged packages,
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all
a amusement park where a heart is a luxury
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind pearly doors
maybe I should sit up on my fire a little more