Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated dirty pigeons
a begging for three pennies and a princess
a tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless
I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate 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 ghost
I saw catching tags and Puerto Rican flags
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 then he sat with his hammer and saw
business men with ties, cashmere checks
a with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet
a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his
a thug circus, a pack of shook hugging their purses
I saw freaks rainbow 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 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 roof garden on the apartment the street
and kick myself somewhere along the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
a black man with a horn and a to make you sit and listen to it
I see a little girl on the with bubbles, braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother similak pacifier and regrets
oh, a day stale, a hammer with 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 mallet towards the and swing my talons
I see a crack in the
a slide show of six gripping bottles of gideon
sitting inside bent
there's a fun ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above back dreams
and children in the
tyrants(?), I see
the wall to the standard
a dead bird, a bent
a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their souls off to work
I seen the slap 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 behind those doors
I should sit up on my fire escape a little more