Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my escape and I saw...
bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons
a begging for three pennies and a princess
a junkie tourniquet surgeon the needle in
a batty senior citizen that 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 old men slappin' dominos down
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a town
I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto flags
I saw a pregnant woman on the of bursting (boom)
I saw a blind man a dog screaming "someday I'll see it all"
and then he sat down his hammer and saw
business men with multi-colored ties, checks
a nazi tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names
a thug circus, a of shook tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in hair
a mother smackin' the grin off her child, it with a stare
a pothole, a storefront with a broken open
a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, closing time
I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi
a squatter, a grandfather, an angry
I can see the garden on the apartment 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 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 with pacifier and regrets
oh, a day turned stale, a hammer a rusty nail, a failed marriage
a universe of brick slightly off balance
a challenge, I see a chance to add colors to my favorite palette
raise my mighty mallet towards the and swing my talons
I see a crack in the
a slide of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon
sitting bent meridian
there's a fun house ooh, a sun
spraying yellow beams above yellow back
and children in the
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the standard
a dead bird, a bent
a bus stop of waiting to have their souls towed off to work
I seen the dash habits of bike messengers paws
and hug that leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependence
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all
a carnival amusement where a heart is a luxury
I see a gas galaxy huddled those pearly doors
maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little