Luyện nghe bài hát 6b Panorama

I was sitting on my escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, with dirty pigeons
a vagabond begging for three pennies and a
a junkie tourniquet urging the needle in
a batty senior flashing that awful teethless grin
I saw a corner merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'
a pierced nose, a model 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 flags
I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of (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 multi-colored ties, cashmere checks
a nazi 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 tourists hugging their
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in hair
a mother smackin' the off her child, replaced it with a stare
a pothole, a storefront a broken open sign
a in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing 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 garden on the across the street
and kick myself because somewhere the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
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 mother similak pacifier and regrets
oh, a day stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed marriage
a universe of buildings slightly off balance
a challenge, I see a to add real colors to my favorite palette
raise my mighty mallet towards the and swing my talons
I see a in the sidewalk
a slide show of six civilians bottles of gideon
sitting bent meridian
there's a fun ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above back dreams
and children in the
tyrants(?), I see
the to the glamor standard
a dead bird, a bent
a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to
I seen the slap dash habits of 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 heart is a
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind pearly doors
maybe I should sit up on my escape a little more