Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my fire and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty
a begging for three pennies and a princess
a junkie tourniquet urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless
I saw a corner merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'
a nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers
a table on a with four old men slappin' dominos down
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a town
I saw vandals tags and Puerto Rican flags
I saw a pregnant woman on the of bursting (boom)
I saw a man with a dog screaming "someday I'll see it all"
and then he sat down his hammer and saw
business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere
a nazi tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a Caucasian man with a and a cane, a pimp with his names
a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging purses
I saw freaks with rainbow in dayglo hair
a mother smackin' the grin off her child, 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 time
I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi
a squatter, a grandfather, an right-to-lifer
I can see the roof on the apartment across the street
and kick because somewhere along the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
a man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it
I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, braids and
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 buildings slightly off
a challenge, I see a chance to add real colors to my favorite
raise my mallet towards the gods and swing my talons
I see a crack in the
a slide of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon
inside bent meridian
there's a fun ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above yellow back
and children in the
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the glamor
a bird, a bent curb
a bus of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to work
I seen the dash habits of bike messengers paws
and hug that good on the way to damaged packages, dependence
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all
a carnival amusement park where a is a luxury
I see a gas galaxy behind those pearly doors
maybe I should sit up on my fire a little more