Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my fire and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty
a vagabond for three pennies and a princess
a junkie surgeon urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing that awful grin
I saw a store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'
a pierced nose, a with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers
a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' down
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost
I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican
I saw a pregnant on the verge of bursting (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 ties, cashmere checks
a nazi with on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp his names
a thug circus, a pack of tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks with streaks in dayglo hair
a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it a stare
a pothole, a with a broken open sign
a hole in the wall bar kicking to the gutter, it's closing time
I see a fuck up, a bum up with a taxi driver
a squatter, a grandfather, an angry
I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the
and kick myself because along the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a student
a black man a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it
I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, and barrettes
I see a teen with 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 real colors to my palette
raise my mighty towards the gods and swing my talons
I see a crack in the
a slide show of six civilians bottles of gideon
sitting inside meridian
a fun house ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above yellow back
and in the hydrants
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the glamor
a dead bird, a curb
a bus stop of commuters waiting to have 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 park where a heart is a luxury
I see a gas huddled behind those pearly doors
maybe I sit up on my fire escape a little more