Luyện nghe bài hát A Couple Ideas

The downstairs girls have to say
about the uptown boys that always get way
a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border
A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of spaces
Next to a workingman, who intend
to make a in front of his dead end..
If anyone has got the to try him..
The columnist writes his word
he's flying the of all he calls absurd
and the body politic, of the town, is thru a panic
to a clown..
And the never ever boy on a clever ploy
his like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to

the he's on end.. and he has got to walk..
It's just an idea that i'm to say..
There's more than black and white that up gray..
won't move that's not in my way..
Can't you hear that train, it's comin'
a loud one..
This i poked myself in the eye
it wasn't the only i had to cry..
Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where leading
Her present's no longer her past, she's still first class..
Others i know, are all too
in making it well known that got nothing to fear
their boss, because, he can fire them..
The unqualified beggars' lifes up in smoke
now he finds it hard, to a joke..
To the burning of and a squeeling of tires
a cutting of wires in a circle of
The law far, to reach it's mark
and there's nowhere you can hide when it's dark
and you're paranoid, you can be alone..
just an idea that i'm tryin' to say
there's more than black and that make up gray
nothin' won't move that's not in my way
can't you hear that train, it's comin',
a loud one..
A poet's down, but now he's on the rise
on forbidden thoughts he theorize
On a lost, an exaggerated cost
A well shined gloss, and a summer
Flying like rockets writings in red
are the ghosts of great spirits, both and dead
Standing on the corner the bricks are piled high
and the floor windows touch the sky..
and up, there is nothing left to say..
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