Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was on my fire escape and I saw...
bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons
a begging for three pennies and a princess
a junkie tourniquet urging 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 with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers
a table on a sidewalk four old men slappin' dominos down
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost
I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican
I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of (boom)
I saw a blind man with a dog "someday I'll see it all"
and then he sat with his hammer and saw
business men multi-colored ties, cashmere checks
a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a war vet
a man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names
a thug circus, a pack of tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks with streaks in dayglo hair
a mother smackin' the off her child, replaced it with a stare
a pothole, a storefront a broken open sign
a hole in the wall bar drunks to the gutter, it's closing time
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 myself because 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 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 colors to my favorite palette
raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and my talons
I see a in the sidewalk
a slide show of six gripping bottles of gideon
inside bent meridian
there's a fun ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above yellow dreams
and children in the
tyrants(?), I see
the to the glamor standard
a bird, a bent curb
a bus of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to work
I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers
and hug that good leaf on the way to packages, dependence
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all
a carnival amusement where a heart is a luxury
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those doors
maybe I sit up on my fire escape a little more